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When Osla came to me that night ye slept in the loft, I hid her coming from thee, for I knew the race of Yngve forget not the injuries of their kin. Nor when I knew all did I tell anything to Osla, for I wished the fates to bring matters to an end as they willed." "But why did you tell me nothing of yourself?" asked Estein. "I have said the reason.
He was on the verge of crying out in his natural voice, and when he did speak, it was like a man who is choking over something. "Then Thord the Tall is dead?" "He died penitent, King Estein," said Osla. "And he left me a writing for he had taught me the art of reading on the island and with it much silver, or at least it seemed much to me. The writing bade me seek King Hakon."
And I hear of all you do for the poor people, and about the Lady. Aunt Osla has a heap to tell about her. I think I would not be so selfish and so foolish as I am if I could talk to some of you Lunda folk, and see how you live.
It was not till tea had been served, and the day was far spent, that Fred asked the loan of a boat, and his young friend Yaspard's crew, to take him back to Lunda. Permission was given, of course; and when our Viking-boy went off to get the Osprey ready Signy went too, and Aunt Osla disappeared to indite a letter to her old friend, Fred's mother.
"He rampaged, and set Aunt Osla off crying. Then he began experiments with that new chemical machine, and nearly blew up the house. The windows of his Den are smashed, and you never saw anything like the mess there is in it broken glass, books, methylated spirits, specimens, everything." "Hurrah!" shouted Yaspard, cutting short Signy's story; "don't tell me more. Let's go and see."
I have been taught to spare where there was nothing worthy of my steel, and no maid or mother has yet suffered wrong at my hands. Yet must I sail the seas, Osla, and fight where I find a foe; for I feel that the gods bid me, and a man cannot struggle with his fate." While he spoke Osla's gaze was fixed on the turning tide, but her eyes, had he seen them, were lit by the fire of his words.
Will you trust her in my boat, Miss Adiesen?" "I suppose it is quite safe?" Aunt Osla asked by way of reply; and Signy answered, "I shall be as safe in the Mermaid as I was on Arab." "Perhaps Mr. Adiesen will accompany us, to make safety safer," Fred suggested; and the girl seconded his proposal by a "Yes, please, Uncle Brüs." The old gentleman agreed, and away they went; and Dr.
It seemed to him a face that appeared and then vanished, and a far- off voice that whispered a warning in his ear. "Be not dismayed at our poverty; there is no worse foeman within," said Osla, with a touch of raillery, as he stood for a moment irresolute. Estein made no answer, but stepped quickly into the room.
Forward!......They fly!......They fly!" The voice died away, and Osla was left alone. The story must now come back to Norway. Though Estein had returned with neither spoil nor captives, the tale of Liot's capture and the combat on the holm added much to his renown, and no fewer than six skalds composed lengthy poems on the adventure.
Then Yaspard went down to supper, and while demolishing his porridge he said, "Will you make me up a bit of ferdimet, auntie? I am going off early to-morrow to fish. "I suppose the Harrisons go with you?" said Aunt Osla. "Don't forget about your uncle's message to Lunda." "No, I won't forget." "You could run across to the post-office before going to fish, and get it over," she added.
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