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And Osla Kyllellvawr drew near, and Manawyddan the son of Llyr, and Kacmwri the servant of Arthur, and Gwyngelli, and they seized hold of him, catching him first by his feet, and plunged him in the Severn, so that it overwhelmed him.
"I must have you too, Osla!" She started this time indeed, and for an instant the shock of surprise took thoughts and words away. "Vandrad!" she cried faintly, and then she was trembling in King Estein's arms. "Nay," he said, "no longer Vandrad, but rather Estein the Lucky!
The sea was never silent, the gulls flew inland and the cormorants sat storm-bound in their caves; brief glimpses of cold and sunny weather passed as abruptly as they came, and in the smoke of a driftwood fire Osla plied her needle and followed the wanderings of her thoughts. During all these months the hermit spoke little.
Brüs never told me to do a harder thing than to send such a letter to the son of my friend to the poor lad who is trying to live like his true-hearted father, and to be at peace with all men! It is a cruel thing." And here Miss Osla began to weep again. Yaspard went to the table and picked up the letter, read the address, and put it in his pocket.
Before his father had time to reply, Helgi sprang from his seat with a shout, and saluting Osla on the cheek, exclaimed, "First of all King Estein's friends I wish you joy! Do you remember the sheep-skin coat? I have not forgotten the maiden. Skoal to Queen Osla!"
Then Signy began to sing for very gladness of soul, as the birds do. Yaspard took up the chorus of her song, which was commented upon by Thor in his usual sage manner; and even Miss Osla forgot to seem afraid of the sea a sentimental fashion which had been considered a feminine attraction in the days of her youth.
"Such things are easy to say now," she said. "If you say them again after you have lived on a hermit's fare for one whole day, I may begin to believe you." They descended the hill, and in a little creek on the shore came upon a skiff. "This is our long ship," said Osla. "If you wish to show your gratitude, you may assist me to launch her."
Then spake a tall and stately man, of noble and flowing speech, saying that it was a marvel that so vast a host should be assembled in so narrow a space, and that it was a still greater marvel that those should be there at that time who had promised to be by mid-day in the battle of Badon, fighting with Osla Gyllellvawr. "Whether thou mayest choose to proceed or not, I will proceed."
Then the memory of Thord the Tall, telling of the burning, rose fresh and strong, and again his hand sought his side, and his breath came fast, till the vision of Osla swept aside all other thoughts. The time went by until the hour was hard on midnight. Gradually his mind grew more composed. "I am in the hands of destiny," he said to himself. "Let fate do with me what it will."
Adiesen in amicable conversation over the stones, while Signy stood between her uncle's knees, with his arm around her, and his fingers lovingly twined among her bright curls! Aunt Osla was nervous and tearful, and would have made a scene, no doubt, but for Fred's admirable tact.
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