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The men of Horlingdal have held a Thing, and Glumm and I have been deputed to see the King, convey to him their sentiments, and ask his intentions." A grim smile played on the jarl's fine features for a moment, as he observed the blood mantling to the youth's forehead. "No good will come to thee or thine, kinsman, by meeting the King with a proud look.
Then he said: "Now if you are making a tale to save your skins, worse shall it be for you. What know you of Lodbrok?" I held out my hand, on which the jarl's ring shone white against the sea-browned skin. "Here is a token he gave me before I sailed, that some friend of his might know it and speak to me," I said.
"He said to me that the jarl's son was his friend; it is great luck that he should find him so soon. He is somewhat haughty-minded, as is the wont of Normans, but he is free with his gold." And the thrifty merchant patted his money-bag absently. The crowd circulated the news in excited whispers. "He is a friend of Sigurd Haraldsson." "He is a Norman."
And as the convex fits not into the convex, but into the concave; so do men fit into their opposites; and so fitted Borabolla's arched paunch into Jarl's, hollowed out to receive it. But how now? Borabolla was jolly and loud: Jarl demure and silent; Borabolla a king: Jarl only a Viking; how came they together? Very plain, to repeat: because they were heterogeneous; and hence the affinity.
"Open at once," said the man who was without; "we must speak with you." "Go hence, I pray you, and wait for morning," said the sheriff. "Here are guests of the jarl's, and they must not be disturbed." "Open, or we will open for ourselves," was the answer. "We have no time to stay here talking." "That is no honest speech," quoth Biorn. "Go hence, or give me your errand from without."
The fair-haired jarl's son and he of the raven locks stood grasping each other's hands and looking into each other's eyes as though they had forgotten there was anyone else in the world. "He looks to be a man to be bold in the presence of chiefs, does he not?" the trader observed to Leif Ericsson, regarding the pair benevolently as he stood twisting his long yellow mustache.
Now on the next morning I was to speak with the king about Einar's business, and I went to him unarmed, as was right, save for helm and Sigurd's sword. He was in the jarl's own chamber, and with him were Thiodolf and a young scald named Harek, who sat with things for writing before him, which was what I had never seen before.
Palnatoke is the title of a tragedy by Oehlenschlager, which had its run of immortality in Copenhagen some sixty or seventy years ago. I judge the institution to have been in its floweriest state, probably now in Hakon Jarl's time.
There were two daughters, who both bade fair to resemble their mother in stature and dignity of demeanour, for both were models of female strength and activity. Edmund's duties were light. In the morning he gathered firewood for the household; at the meals he handed the dishes, and taking his station behind the jarl's chair, refilled his goblet with mead as often as it was empty.
Skoal, therefore, to the first Northman I have met between here and London town, for it is good to hear a friendly voice." "Skoal to the jarl!" I answered, and I gave the salute of Sigurd's courtmen, which came into my mind on the moment with the familiar greeting of long years ago. And "Skoal," said Havelok. "Jarl! How know you that I am that?" "By the jarl's bracelet that you wear, surely."
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