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He will not have luffed any more, for certain." "Suppose he thinks that we have tried some such trick as this?" said Dalfin. Bertric shook his head. "He thinks we shall go on as we steered, making for the Norway shore. It is likely that he will think that we may have paid off a bit, for the sake of speed. Even if he did think we were likely to do this, what could he do?
He bowed his head for a moment, and his lips moved. Then he turned to Dalfin as a councillor might turn to his prince, and asked what he would have the brothers do for him. "Come and ask the lady," answered Dalfin, and so we went to the fire, where Gerda and Bertric rose up to meet us.
Now I pointed out the distant sails to Bertric, but he had already seen them. "I do not rightly make out what they are yet," he said; "but I do not think them Danish. Honest Norse traders from Dublin, most likely." It was at the time of the slack water at the top of high tide now, and we found Dalfin and Gerda waiting with Phelim and another of the brothers at the flat rock.
One day, after we had left the Shetland Islands, and it wore toward the end of the voyage, and we began to talk of where we might best land and call on men to rise for Hakon, the elder lady, Thoralf's wife, had been talking to me, and I think my mind had wandered a little as I watched Gerda, who was on the after deck with Bertric and Dalfin.
"I do not think that we should," Dalfin said. "For if you are right and you are a Norseman, and know while it seems about the only possible reading of what has puzzled us then we must needs sail to the Norway shore that the men of the chief may know what has happened, and either lay him in mound, or see this better carried out." "Aye," said Bertric, "Dalfin is right.
Now this was the first chance we two had had of private talk. As may be supposed, we had been drawn together much during the voyage, partly as seamen, and also partly because Norseman and Saxon are kin, while the Irishman was almost as much a stranger to me as to Bertric. Moreover, Dalfin was at home once more, and we were wanderers.
"There is a cove and beach at the foot of a valley. The fishers took me there once to help a sick man. I can find the place." So it seemed that a village lay there also, which was good hearing, for the sake of Gerda, even if it were naught but of turf huts. Thence we could send a message to Dalfin.
But it was a long while before she turned to me again, so that I began to fear that in some way I had set things too bluntly before her, and wished that Dalfin had been sent to manage better in his courtly way. Yet, I had only spoken the truth in the best manner I could. At last she straightened herself, and looked once more at me.
There was that in the frank way of this Saxon which won me, half Scot though I am, and therefore prone to be cautious with men. He took it with a steady grip, and smiled, while Dalfin clapped his broad shoulder, and hailed him as a friend in adversity. "We three should do well in the end, if we hold together," Dalfin said. "But you and I are in less trouble than Malcolm.
It passed, and I could see again, and struggled on. Then the outward flow began again, and wrestled with me so that I could not stem it, and together Dalfin and I, he with one arm round my shoulder, and in the other hand the oar which he held and used as a staff, fought against it until it was spent.
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