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His fancy, he told himself, was playing him a pleasant trick: he had seen Osla so continually in his mind's eye, that this girl, for girl she seemed, shaped herself after his thoughts.
He was aroused by the voice of Osla. "Let us give him food and drink quickly, father. He is faint, and hears us not." The tumultuous stir of battle was forgotten as they brought him supper and gently bound his wounds. A kettle sang a drowsy song and seemed to lay a languid spell upon him, and, as in a dream, he heard the hermit offer up an evening prayer.
Give thanks that you escaped them." He asked her name, and she told him it was Osla, daughter of a Norse leader who had fought in the Irish seas, and had finally settled in Ireland. There his daughter was born and passed her early girlhood; and it was a trace of the Irish accent that Estein had noticed in her speech.
"I just hate that horrid, miserable quarrel, which uncle speaks about as The Feud; it seems such a stupid, cruel sort of thing. Poor Aunt Osla cries about it, and my little sister and I are sometimes so unhappy over it that we vow we shall make an end of it when we are grown up.
Kacmwri, as they drew him forth, was dragged by two millstones into the deep. And as Osla Kyllellvawr was running after the Boar his knife had dropped out of the sheath, and he had lost it, and after that the sheath became full of water, and its weight drew him down into the deep, as they were drawing him forth.
Where on earth did you get that elegant frock from?" "Out of Aunt Osla's bullyament boxes," said she; and Aunt Osla herself explained that the bairn's "best things" had been worsted during her terrible adventure, which had obliged Miss Adiesen to make a new dress.
"Helgi, he had hardly begun ere I knew the end, and could name my warning voice. The tale was the burning of Laxafiord, and the voice was my brother Olaf's." "And the hermit?" "Is Thord the Tall, the last of the burners." "Is! Then you slew him not?" "My dagger was drawn, I was bending towards him, when I heard without the steps of Osla. I fled ask me not what I thought or what I did.
One morning he found her wandering by the cliffs that formed the seaward barrier of the isle. "Let us sit here, Osla," he said. "I have a new song to sing you." "I must bake my cakes," she answered. "Can you not sing it to us to-night?" "It concerns only you. Sit here but for a moment; it is not long, and you can escape from me when I have done."
Then raising his voice till it rang through the night, he cried, "But now, King Estein, the ship has crossed the seas!" There was a minute's silence after he had finished, and then the king took Osla by the hand and drew her towards the door, saying, "I wish them to see my queen to-night." "Let me come to-morrow," she whispered.
The boys had not a word to say when their host's speech was concluded; but a sniff from Miss Osla, which might be the prelude to tears and sentiment, warned Dr. Holtum not to leave the silence for her to break, and he remarked "A good thought. We have not had a picnic on Havnholme for ages.
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