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The Danes were swarming on the ramparts of the fortress like angry bees, and in the ships, which lay beneath the walls, men were busy, even as Thord had guessed they would be, making ready to sail when tide served. We could not reach them by any means, for every boat had been taken from this side long ago, when the first news of defeat was brought back by flying horsemen.
She came close up to him, placing one hand on his arm, and glanced meaningly towards Sergius Thord, who was standing at the threshold watching Zouche stumbling down the dark stairs. "Sergius is a good man!" she said; "One of the mistaken geniuses of this world, savage as a lion, yet simple as a child! Whoever, and whatever you are, be true to him!"
He will not be prepared for this, and I shall not take many men with me to attack him." Thord approved of his proposal. He rode home soon after and kept very quiet about it. And now was proved what has often been said, that: Off in the woods is a listener nigh. Men who were friends of Bjorn in Hitardal overheard their conversation and reported it accurately to him.
"Blaspheme not, Zouche!" said Thord; "Justice is the very eye of God! the very centre and foundation of the universe." Zouche laughed discordantly. "Excellent Sergius! Impulsive Sergius! with big heart, big head and no logic! Prove to me this eternal justice! Where does it begin? In the creation of worlds without end, all doomed to destruction, and therefore perfectly futile in their existence?
The shepherd answered, "I have heard tidings which you will think good, that now there is a broad bedroom-floor between the beds of Thord and Gudrun, for she is at the dairy and he is swinging at the rear of the hall, he and Osvif being two together alone at the winter-dwelling." "You have espied well," said she, "and see to have saddled two horses at the time when people are going to bed."
The King, God bless him! doesn't see it, Thord, glowering like an owl in his ivy-bush of hair, doesn't see it! It is only left to me to perceive the chief result of this evening's disclosures!" All the men laughed. "What is it, Zouche?" demanded Louis Valdor. "Ay! What is it?" echoed Zegota.
Hrut thought he now saw things stuck hard and fast before him; so he went home mightily ill pleased; but all was quiet or was called so. And for that year men kept quiet at home. The Death of Stigandi. Thorliek leaves Iceland Thord was the name of a man who lived at Hundidale; he was a rich man, but had no manly greatness.
Vigdis, the wife of Thord Goddi, was some sort of relation to Thorolf, and on that account he turned towards that house. Thorolf had also heard before how matters stood there, and how Vigdis was endowed with a good deal more courage than Thord, her husband. And forthwith the same evening that Thorolf came to Goddistead he went to Vigdis to tell her his trouble, and to beg her help.
"I marvel that you needed to learn that," Thord said gruffly. "So do I, friend," answered Neot; "but one is apt to go too far in a matter which one has at heart, sometimes before one is aware. Then is a word in season welcome." Then he thanked Harek for his songs, and went, the Saxons bowing as he passed down the long table with Odda. "That is a wise man and a holy," said Thord.
Thord, son of Kolbein, rode to his ship, and Gisli gave him good welcome, and bade him take of his wares whatso he would; thereto Thord agreed, and then they fell to talk one with the other, and Gisli said: "Is that true which is told me, that ye have no counsel that avails to rid you of a certain outlaw who is doing you great ill?"
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