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Priests and black cats are aye unlucky passengers, however." I think that I was never so angry as then. To lose all our pains for the safety of the queen, and that by reason of her own foolishness, was hard. Egil left me and went to Bertric; and once more the sail was set, and the ship headed backward for the English coast. We had almost lost sight of it.
Hakon!" The ship was near enough for her men to hear that. I saw a man on her high bows lift his hand in the silent answer of the seaman who hears and understands a hail, and I saw a red shield, blazoned with a golden lion, at the masthead. Then Bertric sat down and laughed as if he could not cease. "It is Hakon, Athelstane's foster son, on the way to win Norway for himself.
She was not of the largest build, but both Bertric and I knew that it would be all that we three could do, one of us being a landsman moreover, to handle her if it came on to blow at all freshly. Now, I would not have it thought that we three castaways were much in the mind to puzzle over the ship which we had gained, almost against hope.
"Then I suppose that over the bows here might go on board that other a man with an axe, and smite one blow or two before he is ended. It will be well enough if so." "You shall have your chance," said I. "Maybe I will help." Now we said no more. Bertric luffed, and we flattened in the sheet, Gerda hauling with us, laughing, and saying that it was not for the first time.
"This is the worse of the two ships," Bertric said. "The other is Heidrek's own. He is not here. Asbiorn yonder commanded this." "Asbiorn is in luck today," Earl Osric said, nodding toward those terrible decks. But Asbiorn stood on the foredeck with his back to that which he had looked on, biting the ends of his long moustache, and pale with rage. I did not wonder thereat.
"Bertric, the son of Elfwyn of Aescendune; oh! you will see that no wrong is done to him, will you not? his people saved my life." "That they might make you a Christian, knowing that your father would sooner you had expired in the flames which consumed his house. "No," he added sternly; "he is doomed, he and his alike."
I said in answer to Dalfin that he was right, and that we must set the matter thus before Gerda. "The sooner the better," said Bertric. "Do you go and speak with her. We must not let the night pass without this being done, as I think" Gerda heard me coming, and met me at the same spot where we had first spoken of this matter. She saw that I had come to tell her what we had said thereof.
Once a handsome, frowning chief came past us at a gallop on his swift horse. He was glittering with gold, but the steed had neither saddle nor bridle. Its only harness was a halter, but the man rode as if he were part of the horse, so that it was a pleasure to watch him. It was more than either Bertric or I could have managed.
Bertric and I went forward and got out two of the ship's long oars, and pulled her head round to the southward. The water dimpled alongside of us and the sail filled as the breeze came.
"He lies shut in that chamber with his treasures round him." "To be burned in his ship at sea," said Bertric quietly. "Well, a Viking might find a less fitting funeral. Truly, it seems as if you may be right, and we must needs see if so it is." Now Dalfin had listened, crossing himself once or twice, and he nodded.
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