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"Is there anything else I can do for you?" inquired the priest, fixing his eyes on Thord. "There is nothing else." Thord went out. Eight years more rolled by, and then one day a noise was heard outside of the priest's study, for many men were approaching, and at their head was Thord, who entered first. The priest looked up and recognized him. "You come well attended this evening, Thord," said he.
"There is yet this, however." said he, and walking toward Thord, he took him by the hand and looked gravely into his eyes: "God grant that the child may become a blessing to you!" One day sixteen years later, Thord stood once more in the priest's study. "Really, you carry your age astonishingly well, Thord," said the priest; for he saw no change whatever in the man.
As Thord entered, these men all rose, and gave him an expressive sign of greeting with the left hand, the same kind of gesture which had passed between him and Zegota on the Cathedral steps in the morning. Zegota himself was one of their number. There was also another personage in the room who did not rise, and who gave no sign whatever.
"Then," said old Thord, "your men must be better handled, for Danes are no new swordsmen or seamen either." Now the men stood listening to our talk, and this sort of saying was not good for them to hear, if they were to meet the foe soon with a good hope of victory. So Odda said quickly: "If you will indeed fight for us, you must trust to Alfred to give you fitting reward.
Helgi answered, "I know that man, for I must have seen him, though at a time when he was quite young; for it must be Thord Thordson, fosterling of Snorri the Priest. And a very courtly band they have, the Westfirthers. What is there yet to tell?"
Evening was closing in, moreover. By midnight they would be gone, and I was in a difficulty out of which I could not see my way. Suddenly Thord smote his hands together, and his face grew brighter. "I have it," he cried. "There is an old vessel that lies in a creek a mile down the river.
You saved his life once will you save it again?" She raised her bent head, and the old courageous light flashed in her face, transfiguring its every feature. "It is not for me to save!" she replied in clear firm tones; "It is for you and for all of us, to defend!" A ringing cheer answered her. Sergius Thord slowly advanced, and as he did so, the King, seeing his movement frankly held out his hand.
I am a necromancer; and this I know by my art, that the weapon that will slay thee was never forged in Flanders here." "There was another man had a dream," said Thord, turning from Martin angrily. "He was standing in the king's ship, and he saw a great witchwife with a fork and a trough stand on the island.
Thord stayed with the ships, but the scald and Kolgrim were with me, and the king mounted us well. Ethelnoth of Somerset came also, and some forty men of the king's household; and all went armed, for the country we had to cross was of the wildest, though we went by the great road that runs from west to east of England, made even before the Romans came.
Gudrun and Olof were their daughters. Thorbjorg, Olaf's daughter, was of women the most beautiful and stout of build. She was called Thorbjorg the Stout, and was married west in Waterfirth to Asgier, the son of Knott. He was a noble man. Their son was Kjartan, father of Thorvald, the father of Thord, the father of Snorri, the father of Thorvald, from whom is sprung the Waterfirth race.
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