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But at the same time he tried again to quiet the dog. "Bless me, what is your quarrel with Herr Arne? He is the richest man in the country. He is of noble birth, and had he not been a priest there would have been a great lord of him." But this could not avail to bring the dog to silence. Then Torarin lost patience, so that he took Grim by the scruff of the neck and threw him off the sledge.
"As soon as His will was clear to me, I hearkened to it." They laid the prisoners on the sledge, and Torarin drove with them by creeks and narrow sounds where the ice still lay firm, until he came to Marstrand. Now late in the afternoon the skipper stood on the lofty poop of his vessel and looked out to seaward.
But I have small liking to sail with such wild companions aboard and I asked for time to think on it. Have you heard aught of them? Think you I may venture to take them?" "I have heard no more of them but that they are brave men. I doubt not but you may safely take them." But no sooner had Torarin said this than his dog rose from the sledge, threw his nose in the air, and began to howl.
"Oh," said Torarin, "there are all the seamen whose ships are frozen in like yours. There is a crowd of fishermen who had just finished their herring catch when the ice stayed them from sailing home. And there are a hundred Scottish mercenaries discharged from service, who lie here waiting for a ship to carry them home to Scotland.
They drove on over the long moor of Kareby, and although the weather had been calm all day, a chill breeze came sweeping across the moor, to the discomfort of the traveller. "It may seem like softness to go home now when trade is at its best," said Torarin, flinging out his arms to warm them.
As he drove on in solitude over the vast white plain, he felt he was a wretched little worm, while from the dark forests and the mountain wastes came troops of great monsters and trolls of every kind venturing into the open country on the fall of darkness. And in the whole great plain there was none other for them to fall upon than poor Torarin.
The fishermen were agreed that Torarin had spoken wisely. They settled themselves again about the fire. "Come home with me, Elsalill," said Torarin. "This is not an hour for a young maid to run about the streets of the town." As Torarin said this, Elsalill looked about for her companions. But Sir Reginald and Sir Philip had stolen away without her noticing their departure.
His horse's hoofs were just touching the shadow of the hat plumes. "Grim," said Torarin, "shall we ask if he will drive with us to Marstrand?" The dog began to bristle up at once, but Torarin laid his hand upon his back. "Be quiet, Grim, my dog! I can see that you have no love for the Scotsmen." Sir Archie had not noticed that any one was so close to him. He walked on without looking round.
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