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I rejoiced, too, that my companion was beginning to show our new acquaintance that, although he had little imagination, he was possessed of a good heart. And, finally, I was myself so much in sympathy with Thorwald's views that I was glad to see his arguments begin to make some impression on the doctor's mind. But now it seemed to me that Thorwald had much to tell us from his own experience.
So I took her through them all to the high place, and set her there in Thorwald's chair, and Gorm the Steward passed round some word, and came himself with a silver cup full of mead, and set it in her hand, and whispered to her. Whereon she smiled and rose up, and held the cup high, and cried to her folk: "Skoal, friends, and thanks!"
Thorwald's men were in good case. "You have made new men of us from head to foot," said Dalfin gleefully. "In very truth we have sore need of change." Now we went to replace the deck planking, and she bethought herself. "Let us keep the little chest with the gold where we can reach it easily," she said. "Supposing we are wrecked it will be well to have it at hand."
But I do not mind saying that your talk has made me wish I could believe it." I was glad for several reasons that the doctor acknowledged as much as this. First, for Thorwald's sake; for I had been thinking the doctor's obduracy was proving a poor reward for our friend's great kindness to us.
'That will I do, in truth, said Hrut; 'and be sure that I will not spare you, as I know it was Hallgerda wrought his death; so he offered his hand to Oswif, as a token that his award would be accepted, and that at the Great Council of the nation he would not summon Hauskuld for Thorwald's murder.
I believed, and I still believe, that Lucas was shot by Clifton Hines, probably through an open window. There were no powder marks on the body. I believed, too, and still believe, that Hines had fled after the crime, either to Hattie Thorwald's house or to the mountains. In one case he had escaped and could not be brought to justice, and in the other he was dead, and beyond conviction.
"Here, you great warrior, who are you?" He pointed to me, and the colour was coming back to his face, while his eyes were fierce. He would make one bid for his power yet. "I am Malcolm of Caithness, the jarl," I answered. "I am the champion of Queen Gerda, whom I and my comrade here saved from the ship in which you would have burned her. "Listen, Thorwald's men.
The elder lady had known her as a child, for she had been in Thorwald's hall with Thoralf the Tall on that visit of which he spoke. The younger lady, whose name I knew afterward to be Ortrud, was of Gerda's age. Presently it was plain that Gerda would have us speak to them, and we went and were made known to them, and after that we sat and told of our doings for half an hour.
"Good day, Mr. Thorwald. You'll be sure to be there?" "Trust me." "An' you'll not a word about it to nobody?" "Not a syllable." "That's all square. You'll see the boat w'en ye git there, and as long as ye see that boat yer all right. Good day, sir." John Bumpus left Thorwald's house chuckling, and wended his way to the widow's cottage, whistling the "Groves of Blarney."
Thorwald's skill in determining locality enabled him to choose the right direction, and after quite a walk we ascended a considerable hill, from which we were delighted to discover in the distance a small column of smoke a remarkable sight on that sterile shore.
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