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"Methinks there is; he still lives." "And I still love his daughter." Estein turned away as he spoke, and gazed with folded arms over the grey waters. Helgi looked at him in silence; then he went up to his side. "Forgive me, Estein," he said, "and let Odin judge you. I love you too well to be aught but a friend whatever you may do." "Helgi! but for you I think I should fall upon my sword."
"Nay, rather ask her what her errand is about," said Estein. "And tell her," added Helgi as the bird-man turned away, "that here sits the king's foster-brother, a most proper person at all times to hear a maiden's tale, and now most persuasively charged with ale." The man went down the hall again, and Earl Sigvald exclaimed testily,
While he lived I always told myself that I would find some way even yet by which I might fulfil my promise, but now it is too late. It is hard, Helgi, to lose at once both a father and a father's regard." "King Hakon is with Odin," said Helgi, "and knows what he has ordained. Odin has not told you to cross the seas for naught, and doubtless King Hakon even now awaits the issue.
"What counsel hold you with the seamews? Sometimes I see a smile, and sometimes I hear a sigh; and then, again, there is a look of the eye as if Liot Skulison were standing before you." "I was filling twenty long ships with enough stout lads to man them, and sailing the western main again," replied Estein. "And whither were you sailing?" asked Helgi. "Westward first," said Estein.
He had a reckless, merry look on his handsome face, and bore himself as though he was aware of his personal attractions. "And what is my fate, old man?" he asked, more as if he were in jest than in earnest. "Thy fate is naught to me, Helgi Sigvaldson," replied the seer; "yet I think thou wilt never be far from Estein." "That was easily answered," said Helgi with a laugh.
He had for wife Thurid, daughter of Eyvind, and sister of Helgi the Lean. Unn the Deep-minded was in Caithness when her son Thorstein fell. When she heard that Thorstein was dead, and her father had breathed his last, she deemed she would have no prospering in store there.
It was even so. The lawman had gone to his last account, his bolt impotently shot, and his enemies standing triumphantly over him. "He at least died well," said Helgi; "when my turn comes may it be my luck to look as proudly on my foes. But tell us, Ketill, what befell you here since our parting."
"Thy hair is covered with frost, Helgi; thou art drenched with deadly dew, thy hands are cold and wet. How shall I get thee help, my hero?" Helgi. "Thou alone hast caused it, Sigrun from Sevafell, that Helgi is drenched with deadly dew.
Ah, we shall drink Dear draughts and lovely, Though, we have lost Both life and lands; Neither shall any Sing song of sorrow, Though in my breast Be wounds wide to behold: For now are brides In the mound abiding; Kings' daughters sit By us departed. Bow Sigrun arrayed a bed in the mound, and sang SIGRUN: Here, Helgi, for thee A bed have I dight, Kind without woe, O kin of the Ylfings!
"Halt! we shall take advantage of the slope, and await them here." The men halted, and grasped their weapons, and in expectant silence their leaders watched a small troop defile out of the town. "Call you that an army?" growled Ketill. "There are barely a score of them." "Ay," said Helgi, with a sigh, "there will be no fighting to-day."
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