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She began her attack on the region of Halland, but was met by Homod and Thode, whom the king had sent over. Beaten, she retreated to her fleet, of which only thirty ships managed to escape, the rest being taken by the enemy. Thrond encountered his sister as she was eluding the Danes, but was conquered by her and stripped of his entire army; he fled over the Dovrefjeld without a single companion.
I tried to think that his glance had met the sun for a moment before he looked on the king; but I could not think it, for in the hall was no chance thereof. And then he spoke again slowly, with his eyes still on the ground. "Thrond, who is my uncle, saw the same on the mail of my father not long before he fell.
The king gave Thrond a governorship for slaying his sister, put the rest under tribute, and returned home. So Homod and Thole came forward, offering to meet in battle the men who had challenged the king. Omund praised them warmly, but at first declined for very shame to allow their help. At last, hard besought by his people, he brought himself to try his fortune by the hand of another.
I heard the same good words of her only brother, Ecgfrith, and I suppose that those two bore more likeness to their mighty father than to the queen. All this half-stifled talk of untold ill from Quendritha lay heavy on my mind; and it came to me that Sighard was a true man, and that to him I might tell the tale Thrond told me.
One day, when his father told about a little boy who had been playing at the fair and who had earned a great deal of money, Thrond waited for his mother in the kitchen and asked her softly if he could not go to the fair and play for people. "Whoever heard of such a thing!" said his mother; but she immediately spoke to his father about it.
Thorleif hailed the other ship to send him a line from the bows, and one flew on board us as we shot past. Then in a few moments we were under easy sail again, towing the great trader slowly after us; and the men were grumbling at the ease of the capture, thinking, with Thrond, that it boded a useless chase. Thorleif came aft to speak with the shipmaster from our stern.
Whereon she shot up into the wind, and her sail rattled down. Thrond whistled to himself. "Empty as a dry walnut shell, or I am mistaken," he said between his teeth. Then he shouted to Thorleif, and some order came back. The sail was lowered, and the ship swung alongside the stranger under oars only, while a rush of men came aft.
"It is a wondrously fair land of yours here," he said, looking inland on the rolling downs and forest-hidden valleys. "Fairer than your own?" I asked. "Surely; else why should we care to leave our homes?" "Ho, Thrond!" shouted some man from the wharves, "here are cattle coming in." The old warrior turned and left us, going ashore.
Nor was the name ill chosen, as it turned out, for all men knew by this time that the queen was the wisest adviser in all the council of Mercia in aught to do with the greatness of the kingdom. "I have ever had it in my mind that she would get through that voyage in safety," Thrond said. "Ran would not have her." "What do you mean?" "Lad, I saw her start thereon, or so I think.
Yes, of course she did; but hers were chiefly about princesses who were in captivity for seven years, until the right prince came along. The boy believed that everything he heard or read about took place close around him. He was about eight years old when the first stranger entered their door one winter evening. He had black hair, and this was something Thrond had never seen before.
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