"So it is!" he said; "settle that matter with brother Rolf when he comes in, for strangers are scarce here."
Then he scanned my dress closely, and maybe saw that they were sea stained, though hunting gear is made for hard wear and shows little.
"Let me eat first," he said, sitting down, "and then we will talk."
But after he had taken a few mouthfuls, he asked:
"Are there any more of you about?"
"One more," I said, "but I left him asleep in the boat that brought us here. We are from the sea, having been blown here."
"Then he may bide till he wakes," the man said, going on with his meal.
Presently he stopped eating, and after taking a great draught of ale, said that he wondered the dog had not torn me.
"Whereby I know you to be an honest man. For I cannot read a man"s face as some can, and therefore trust to the dog, who is never wrong," and he laughed and went on eating.
Now that set me thinking of what account I might give of myself, and I thought that I would speak the truth plainly, though there was no reason to say more than that we were blown off the English coast. What Beorn would say I knew not; most likely he would lie, but if so, things must work themselves out.
I looked at the man in whose house I was, and was pleased with him.
Red haired and blue eyed he was, with a square, honest face and broad shoulders, and his white teeth shone beneath a red beard that covered half his face.
When he had eaten even more than I, he laughed loudly, saying that brother Rolf would have to go short this time, and then came and sat by the fire over against me, and waited for me to say my say.
So I told him how we had come, and at that he stared at me as our folk stared at Lodbrok, and started up, crying that he must go and see this staunch boat that had served me so well.
"Bide here and rest," he said, "and I will bring your comrade to you," and with that he swung out of the house, taking the dog with him. And at once the thought of leaving the hut and plunging into the forest came into my mind, but I knew not why I should do so, except that I would not see Beorn again. However, there was a third man now, and I would see what befell him.
Now I waited long, and had almost fallen asleep beside the warm fire, when I heard a horn away in the woods, and roused up to listen. Twice or thrice it sounded, and then I heard it answered from far off. So I supposed that there was a hunt going on.
Then I heard no more, and fell asleep in earnest; for I needed rest badly, as one might well suppose.
Something touched my hand and I awoke. It was the great dog, who came and thrust his nose against me, having made up his mind to be friendly altogether. So when his master came in I was fondling his head, and he looked puzzled.
"Say what men will," he said, "I know you are an honest man!"
"Do you hold that any will doubt it?" I asked, wondering what he meant; for he looked strangely at me.
"Aye; the jarl has found your boat, and has sent me back to keep you fast. Know you whose boat you have?"
"It belonged to Jarl Lodbrok, who came ash.o.r.e in it, as I have come here--and he gave it me."
"Hammer of Thor!" said the man. "Is the jarl alive?"
"What know you of him?" I asked.
"He was our jarl--ours," he answered.
"Who is the other jarl you speak of?" I asked him, with a hope that Halfden had come home, for now I knew that we had indeed followed Lodbrok"s track exactly.
"How should it be other than Ingvar Lodbroksson? for we have held that Lodbrok, his father, is dead this many a long day."
"Let me go to the jarl," I said, rising up. "I would speak with him," for I would, if possible, tell him the truth, before Beorn could frame lies that might work ill to both of us, or perhaps to me most of all. Yet I thought that I saw the shadow of judgment falling on the murderer.
"Bide quiet," said the man; "he will be here soon."
And then he said, looking from me to the dog, "Now I hold you as a true man, therefore I will tell you this--anger not the jarl when he speaks to you."
"Thanks, friend!" I answered heartily, "I think I shall not do that. Is he like his father?"
The man laughed shortly, only saying:
"Is darkness like daylight?"
"Then he is not like Jarl Halfden."
Now the honest man was going to ask in great wonder how I knew of him, when there came the quick trot of horses to the door, and a stern voice, which had in its tones somewhat familiar to me, called him:
"Raud, come forth!"
My host started up, and saying, "It is Jarl Ingvar," went to the door, while I too rose and followed him, for I would not seem to avoid meeting the son of Lodbrok, my friend.
"Where is this stranger?" said the jarl"s voice; "bring him forth."
Raud turned to beckon me, but I was close to him, and came out of the hut unbidden.
There sat a great man, clad in light chain mail and helmed, with his double-headed axe slung to his saddle bow, but seeming to have come from hunting, for he carried a short, broad-pointed boar spear, and on the wrist of his bridle hand sat a hooded hawk like Lodbrok"s. His face had in it a look both of his father and of Halfden, but it was hard and stern; and whereas they had brown hair, his was jet black as a raven"s wing. Maybe he was ten years older than Halfden.
There were five or six other men, seemingly of rank, and on horseback also, behind him, but they wore no armour, and were in hunting gear only, and again there were footmen, leading hounds like the great one that stood by Raud and me. And two men there were who led between them Beorn, holding him lest he should fall, either from weakness or terror, close to the jarl.
So I stood before Ingvar the Jarl, and wondered how things would go, and what Beorn had said, though I had no fear of him. And as the jarl gazed at me I raised my hand, saying in the viking"s greeting:
"Skoal to Jarl Ingvar!"
At that he half raised hand in answer, but checked himself, saying shortly:
"Who are you, and how come you by my father"s boat?"
I was about to answer, but at that word it seemed that for the first time Beorn learnt into whose hands he had fallen, and he fell on his knees between his two guards, crying for mercy. I think that he was distraught with terror, for his words were thick and broken, and he had forgotten that none but I knew of his ill deed.
That made the jarl think that somewhat was amiss, and he bade his men bind us both.
"Bind them fast, and find my brother Hubba," he said, and men rode away into the forest. But I spoke to him boldly.
"Will you bind a man who bears these tokens, Jarl?"
And I held out my hand to him, showing him the rings that Lodbrok and Halfden had given me.
"My father"s ring--and Halfden"s!" he said, gripping my hand, as he looked closely at the runes upon them, so tightly that it was pain to me. "By Odin"s beard, this grows yet stranger! Who are you, and whence, and how came you by these things?"