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To her house Biorn went with Leif; and when they had made a meal of her barley-cakes and sour milk, and passed the news of the coast, Leif would fall to probing her craft and get but surly answers. To the boy's question she was kinder. "Let the dead things be, prince," she said. "There's small profit from foreknowledge.
"They sailed out to sea and had fair winds until they sighted Greenland, and the fells below the glacier; then one of the men spoke up and said: 'Why do you steer the ship so close to the wind? Leif answered: 'I have my mind upon my steering and upon other matters as well. Do you not see anything out of the common? They replied that they saw nothing unusual.
They were all men tall and of great strength, with fair golden hair and eyes blue as the sea upon which they loved to sail, save only Tyrker the German. Long time this German had lived with Eric the Red and was much beloved by him. Tyrker also loved Leif dearly, for he had known him since he was a child, and was indeed his foster father.
"Come you with me," said Leif, "and you shall be no more drunk." Then it was that Dirk said, "Let us sit down. I'll tell you where I've been." So they sat down together in the moonlight. Then Dirk told him that he had outwalked the others and passed out of the forest belt and reached a ridge of low hills. When he came to them he found that they were a tangle of wild vines.
"I made sure somebody called Dirk," he said, and then "But I don't care," and fell to his dancing and whooping again. Leif stepped into the moonlight, and Dirk saw him, but without ceasing to caper. "Dancing," he said, and went on. Leif went to him and clapped him on the shoulder. "Are you drunk, then?" Dirk nodded. "I am very drunk. That is just what I am."
But Erik the Red had lent his to a friend and could not get them back, so that he sailed in search of them, and came to a new land which he called Greenland, because, as he said, people would be attracted thither if it had a good name. Then he established a colony there, and then Leif the Lucky, as he was called, sailed still farther, and came to the Wonderstrand, or Magic Shores.
She was gentle with him, as she was with everybody, and had to own to herself that it was Thorstan who now possessed her thoughts. That may have been going by contraries, for if Leif paid her nothing but the good-humoured civility he had ready for everybody, Thorstan, on his part, seemed afraid of her, and was speechless in her company.
She did not move as the boat drew in, but all the others came scrambling down the shelf to the water's edge. Leif shouted. "Who are ye? And of what country?" "Thore's people from Ramfirth." "Where is Thore?" They pointed to the woman. "Yonder he lies hurt. That is his wife." "And you are for Ericshaven?" They said that they were. "Then you are well met," said Leif, and stepped on to the rock.
In Wisby, men thought it a great wonder, and spoke of him as 'Leif the Lucky, because he had managed to get rid of the curse of his race." Rolf the Wrestler shook his head behind his uplifted goblet. He was an odd-looking youth, with chest and shoulders like the forepart of an ox, and a face as mild and gently serious as a lamb's.
Gudrid's eyes were great and serious. Leif came to her and took her hands. "I little thought we should meet again like this." "We must have died without you," she said. Then he asked to look at poor Thore. He was unconscious, and had a great wound in his temple, cut open almost to the bone.
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