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He straightened abruptly and waved them away. "What more is there to do about it?" he added. "This fellow has been punished, and Kark has got one of the many knocks his insolence deserves. Let us end this talk, only see to it that they do not kill each other. I do not wish to lose any more property." He motioned them off, and turned back to Tyrker. But there was more to it.
As he did so, his eye fell upon Kark, who had laid hold of Thorwald's companion and was talking rapidly in his ear. The new-comer was not an amiable-looking man. Above his gigantic body was a lowering face that showed a capacity for slyness or viciousness, whichever better served his turn. As Kark talked to him, his brow grew blacker and he plucked savagely at his knife-hilt.
The others of you shall follow Valbrand for the same length of time, but walk southward along the shore, since it may be that something of interest is hidden behind these points " A howl from Kark interrupted him. "I will not go! By Thor, I will not go! Spirits are hidden behind those points. Who knows what would jump out at us? I will not stir away from the Lucky One. I will not! I will not!"
"Look yonder at Kark, how he fears to turn his back on the shadows, lest the Evil One overtake him! It is my belief that he would like it better to die than to venture into the dark of the foreroom." Following his glance, they beheld the bowerman, leaning against the mast with a face as pale as a toadstool.
From below came a sudden snarl, a sudden savage yell, the noise of struggling bodies, and then a shriek of another kind from Kark, no longer a cry of mere apprehension, but a sharp piercing scream of bodily agony. "Let me go!" Alwin panted through his muffled jaws. "It is a nithing deed for us to permit the death of one of our number so. Let me go, Rolf he is a human being. Let me go!"
"The meaning of that must be that Olaf Triggvison will put a blood red ring about your neck whensoever ye meet," said the earl. "Therefore beware of him, Kark, and be faithful to me. Then you will enjoy good things from me always, as you have done before; so betray me not." Thereafter they both sat wakeful, staring at each other with the flickering candlelight between them.
Alwin asked, as they glided out of the gate in the dim light of an Arctic winter day. "It may be that to go over that road again might become a misfortune. Once I saw Kark looking after us with a grin which I would have knocked off his face if I had not been in a hurry." Sigurd instantly faced toward the snow-crusted hills that lay between them and Eric's Fiord.
He tossed about and screamed out in distress and at length rose on his knees with the horrors of nightmare in his face. Then Kark, who had all night been meditating treachery, killed him with a thrust of his knife. Cutting off his head, he broke out of the dark den and sought Olaf, with the grisly trophy in his hand. Olaf heard his story with lowering face.
Shaking the fellow until he no longer had any breath to howl with, the steersman said briefly, "It is very unlikely that we shall see any ghosts, but it is altogether certain that your hide will feel my belt if you do not end this fuss." Kark made his choice with admirable swiftness. He got what comfort he could, poor wretch, out of a carefully selected position.
On the other side of the fire Kark sat cross-legged upon the ground, skinning rabbits from a heap that had just been brought in by the trappers. He looked up with an impudent grin. "It is a good thing if your fortunes have mended at last, Sigurd Jarlsson. It did not appear that the Norman brought you much luck in return for your support."
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