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Updated: June 27, 2025
Gradually whispers of praise circled around the board, whispers that fell like sweetest music on the jealous ears of Leif's followers. Thorhild leaned back from her food and watched him with open pride, and though Eric kept his face still turned away, he set his ear forward so that he should hear everything. Alwin was almost beside himself with nervousness.
As he felt her yield to his grasp, he added, less harshly, "More likely than not, nothing of any importance will happen; if Tyrker is found unharmed, Leif's joy will be too great to allow him to injure anyone, whatever his offence." She interrupted him with a low cry of anguish. "But if Tyrker is not found, Sigurd! If Tyrker is not found, Leif will vent his rage upon the nearest excuse.
"Chief, are you going to turn me out to lie with the swine in the kitchen?" he said boldly. "Remember that every time you have slept in this room before, I have lain across your threshold." Leif's glance pierced him through and through. "Is it sense for a man to trust his slumbers to a dog that has bitten him once? Go lie in the kennel.
"You have had this power all these months that you have known of my great need? How comes it that you have never put forth a hand to help me?" he thundered. Across the fire, Helga, Gilli's daughter, held herself down upon the bench with both hands. But though his lips were twisted with pain, the rune-writer met Leif's gaze unflinchingly. "Help you, chief?" he repeated, wonderingly.
"If he does not wish to go so far as to slay his own son, he has yet an easy mark in me," Alwin murmured, his eyes following the motions like snake-charmed birds. "If he raises it again like that, I think I shall dodge." Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see many movements of uneasiness among Leif's men.
Ale was all well enough; but wine ! Not only would they live like kings through the winter, but in the spring they would take back such a treasure as would make their home-people stare even more than at the timber and the wheat. "You need have no fear concerning Leif's temper," Sigurd whispered in Helga's ear.
And so energetically that the ringleader, cursing the fickleness of rebels, found it all at once advisable to whip out his sword and fall into a posture of defence. But again Leif's hand was stretched forth. "Let him be," he said. "He is a stranger among us, and your own words are responsible for his mistake.
The men still growled as they obeyed him; but however right or wrong he was regarding Leif's motives, he was proved correct in his prophecy. Out of that moment on shore, came the good of a complete reconciliation with Eric. No more were there cold shoulders, and half-veiled gibes, and long evenings of gloomy restraint.
As they reached this cross-road, a horseman passed down it at a gallop. He only glanced toward them; and all Alwin had time to see was that he was young and richly dressed. But Helga started up with a cry. "Sigurd! Tyrker, it was Sigurd!" Slowly drawing rein, the old man blinked at her in bewilderment. "Sigurd? Where? What Sigurd?" "Our Sigurd Leif's foster-son! Oh, ride after him! Shout!"
"Then is Leif's luck very much like the sword that becomes one man's bane in becoming another man's pride," he retorted. While he threw all his strength against the great oar, the chief signalled to Valbrand with his head. "Drop anchor and get the boat ready to lower," he commanded. "I want to keep close to the wind so that we may get to them. We must give them help if they need it.
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