. When she thought of her father she laid her head on
Glumm's broad chest and wept bitterly.

Thus did those Sea-kings sail away from and forsake the land of Norway.
On their voyage westward they fell in with many ships from other
quarters containing countrymen, Sea-kings and vikings like themselves,
who had also left their native land to seek new homes in Shetland,
Orkney, and the other isles north of Scotland, rather than submit to the
yoke of Harald Haarfager.

They joined company with these, and all sailed westward together.

Among them was a man named Frode, who was celebrated for daring and
wisdom, especially for his knowledge of the stars, and his power of
navigating the unknown ocean of the west. To this man was assigned the
direction of the fleet, and all submitted to his guidance; but the
Sea-kings invariably assembled together in council when it was intended
to decide, what they should do or to what part of the world they should
steer.

"My advice is," said Kettle Flatnose, the first time they assembled thus
in council, "that we steer first to Ireland, where I can promise ye all
a hearty welcome, for it is well known that the Irish are a hospitable
people, and my father is a great man there."

"I fall in with that," said Glumm, glancing at Ada, whose eyes had now
become his guiding stars!

"The advice is good," said Erling, "for, wherever we may finally come to
an anchor, we will be none the worse of getting some provisions on the
way."

As Haldor, Ulf, Frode, and all the rest were of one mind on this point,
the ships were steered to Ireland; and when they reached that country
they put ashore in a small bay not far from Dublin, where was a log hut.
To this Kettle went up with Erling and Glumm, and asked the man of the
house how things were going on in Ireland.

"As ill as can be in this district," said the man; "there is nothing but
vengeance in the hearts of the people."

"That is a bad state," said Kettle, with a look of anxiety; "what may be
the cause of discontent? Is the old King hard on ye?"

"Thou must have been long away to ask that. The old King is dead," said
the man.

At this Kettle uttered a great and bitter cry; but, restraining himself,
asked eagerly if the old Queen were alive. The man replied that she
was. Then Kettle asked how the King met his death.

With a dark frown the man replied that Haabrok the Black had murdered
him and seized the throne. On hearing this Kettle b