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Often he had sought news of them, and often renewed his resolution; and now that he had found his foe, was he to idly suffer him to escape? Yet he had been this man's guest; he had eaten of his bread, and slept in his dwelling. And his hands were tied by a stronger chain. "Osla, Osla," he cried, "for your sake I am faithless to my vows, and forgetful of my duty to my kindred!"
The sun hung high overhead, under foot the snow crunched pleasantly, and the air was clear and bracing a day to inspire an adventurer and a skald. His thoughts began to take a rhyming turn, and he caught himself repeating his own verses: "Fare thee well, sweet blue-eyed Osla!
In one fatal battle her two brothers fell, her father was forced to fly from the land, and Osla had left her Irish home with him and come to reside in Orkney. "He is a holy Christian man," she said. "Once he was a famous Viking, and his name was well known in the west seas.
Don't you take up that miserable, wicked yes, wicked quarrel." "Easy, easy, Aunt Osla! I haven't dug up the hatchet yet. But can you tell me what was the true origin of that affair?" "I don't believe anybody ever knew what it began about, or why. The Garsons and Adiesens were born quarrelling with one another, I think."
You said so, you know; and oh, I have dreamt about them ever so often, poor things!" "That's true. Still, uncle persists that the holme is his property; and the Lairds of Lunda have always got the name of land-grabbers." Miss Osla looked up at the boy with a kind of terror in her eyes. "O Yaspard," she cried, "don't you begin that way too. Don't you believe all that's told you.
"The best of men," said Iddawc, "and the bravest, and who would grieve exceedingly that Arthur should have damage in aught; Blathaon the son of Mawrheth, and Rhuvawn Pebyr the son of Prince Deorthach, and Hyveidd Unllenn." And with that behold four-and-twenty knights came from Osla Gyllellvawr, to crave a truce of Arthur for a fortnight and a month. And Arthur rose and went to take counsel.
It's enough to frighten the French," and he turned into the parlour, where his aunt was comforting her nerves after her favourite manner, as I said. "You've been having a high old time, auntie," he cried, laughing. "I never saw such a rare turn-out in Moolapund before." "You may say so," sobbed Aunt Osla. "It is a 'turn-out' and a 'high old' business.
"Think not so harshly of him!" she cried. "He was he was my father!" "I ask your pardon, Mistress Osla. Go on." "At length he fell sick, and in the last of the winter storms he died." So far Estein had been listening most curiously, wondering much what the upshot of it all would be, and keeping a severe restraint on his tongue. But at Osla's last words he had nearly betrayed himself.
Brief glimpses of his earlier days, snatches of religious converse, his travels, and the strange peoples he had seen, he would touch upon before the evening prayer. And so the time passed away, till Estein had spent six weeks in the Holy Isle. All the while he had made no open love to Osla.
The sun set slowly between the headlands to seaward, and by the time they reached the shore of the islet the stillness was absolute, and the northern air was growing chill. Osla led the Viking up a slope of short sea-turf, and presently crossing the crest of the land, they came upon a settlement so strange and primitive that it could scarcely, he thought, have been designed by mortal men.
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