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"I have agreed to bury the feud in gratitude for this child's deliverance from great peril," and he laid his hand tenderly on Signy's bright hair. "Dear, dear uncle!" she exclaimed; and Miss Osla, behind the teapot, began to sniff preparatory to a sentimental effusion, which was fortunately checked by Yaspard exclaiming, "Then that makes an end of our jolly Vikinging, boys."
So engrossed was Osla in herself that she hardly noticed how seldom the cloud seemed to lift from his mind. Never as before did he talk with her at length, or instruct her from the curious scraps of knowledge his once acute mind had picked up from sources Christian and pagan, from the wise men of the North and the monasteries of southern lands.
"I am Osla, the daughter of Thord the Tall," she answered, drawing herself up with a touch of half defiant pride. "Ay?" "He lived in the island," she went on, "for many years, all alone save for me." Estein could not keep himself from asking, "Alone all the time?"
Why, what on earth would Mam Kirsty and Aunt Osla do without tea?" and Signy laughed as she looked up in her brother's face. He was not unreasonable, and admitted the comfort of the cup which cheers and a weekly mail-bag. He even allowed that the sloop which looked after her Majesty's dues was a tidy little craft, and that a kirk and Sunday service were advantages of no ordinary kind.
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.
"'Captured on the high seas; taken in chains to Collaster. THE VIKING," Mr. Adiesen read with impressive solemnity; and Miss Osla, scarcely understanding what was the state of the case, or whether her brother was joking, or the reverse, exclaimed "Dear, dear! whatever has he been about now? He is the very strangest boy. To Collaster! in chains! What a foolish, foolish boy!
"Very well," she said, with a smile and an air of resignation. "I will listen, but do not keep me long." "If it will tire you, I can wait." "You can try me." "I must leave the Holy Isle soon, Osla; I have been too long away from my kinsfolk and my country. It is hard to part, but it must come some day, and these verses are my parting song." She was silent, and seemed intently plucking sea pinks.
"Go in, Osla," said her uncle, "I bid thee," and so she went in with Estein to the hall. As he led her up to the high seat, dead silence fell on the guests, and all men gazed in growing wonder. Opposite Earl Sigvald he stopped, and throwing back her hood, cried, "You will live to see me married yet, jarl. My southern voyage shall be changed into my wedding feast. Behold Osla, Queen of Sogn!"
While addressing Thor in the way he liked best, the old gentleman greeted his cousin by saying, "Glad you thought better of it, and have come, Gaun. Fine day for an excursion, this. Here is a comfortable place for you," and he made room for Neeven beside Miss Osla; but the recluse merely nodded "Good morning" to his relatives, stepped along the thwarts to the bow, and seated himself there.
He looked at her doubtfully, and then said, "Where is Vandrad? I would hear him sing." Then Osla started, and her heart smote her. "Vandrad, father?" she said gently. "He has been gone these eight months. Did you not know?" The hermit seemed hardly to comprehend her words. "Gone!" he repeated. "Why did you not tell me?" "Surely you knew," she said. "Why went he away? I would hear him sing.
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