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Updated: June 11, 2025
Since the fight this morning we have been allowed to do no more than growl at the English dogs across the plain, because it was held unadvisable to make an onset until the Jarl's men should increase our strength. It is to be hoped they are not far behind?" "You make a mistake," Randalin began hesitatingly. "My news does not concern the doings of Edric Jarl, but the actions of his man Norman "
I will speak with him in open hall, and more than he shall learn how he thought to slay Havelok." All thought that this was good, and I was to go at once. It was but a few hours' ride, as has been said, to his town, and the matter was as well done with. So they gave me a guard of twenty of the jarl's courtmen, and in half an hour I was riding northward on my errand.
When he saw the chief's scarlet mantle mingling with the scarlet of the sumach leaves, the jarl's son gave a great leap forward. It was no longer than the drawing of a breath, however, before he recovered himself. His clear voice rose like a bugle call, "Diable! foster-father! I have just made a very different discovery from the one I promised you, Tyrker has been left behind."
Far up overhead, at the darkening-in of night, the besiegers saw the eyes of the castle flash red for an instant, and shut again; then they heard the castle-rock bray out like a great trumpet, and they trembled, crying, "That is old Jarl's warhorn; he is awake out of slumber!"
Havelok took the ring from his pouch, and set it in the jarl's hand without a word; and long Sigurd looked at it. I saw the red on his cheek deepen as he did so, but he said never a word for a long time. And next he looked at Havelok, and the eyes of these two met. "This is beyond price," said the jarl slowly. "Not my whole town would buy this. It is such as a queen might wear and be proud of."
But he finally threw him lightly upon a pile of skin sleeping-bags, and turned and hastened after the jarl's son. Guessing that some friendly squabble was in progress, the sailors made way for him good-humoredly, and he reached the forecastle only a moment behind Sigurd. Kark's taper was just disappearing among the shadows beneath the deck.
The king, after a moment's pause, turned to a young man-at-arms who had been in his service since his boyhood and cried angrily: "I command you, Olaf, to go to the church and thrust your sword through the Jarl's body." Olaf obeyed, and Ulf was slain while kneeling before the altar rails of St. Lucius' church.
There had come to the jarl's court Bersi the son of Skaldtorfa, Grettir's comrade and friend. He and Thorfinn stepped before the jarl and begged for pardon for Grettir. They asked that the jarl should decide the matter himself as he thought best, only that Grettir should have his life and the freedom of the country.
Sad she looked, and she wore no gold on arm or neck, doubtless because of the certainty of the great jarl's death; and when she saw that Hubba beckoned to her, she came towards us, and Ingvar set down the great axe whose edge he was feeling. "Go back to your bower, sister," he said; "we have work on hand." And he spoke sternly, but not harshly, to her.
Regardless of Jarl's entreaties, I managed to burst the lid; thereby revealing a motley assemblage of millinery, and outlandish knick-knacks of all sorts; together with sundry rude Calico contrivances, which though of unaccountable cut, nevertheless possessed a certain petticoatish air, and latitude of skirt, betokening them the habiliments of some feminine creature; most probably of the human species.
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