my roughness to him before I could feel content.

"My son, had you not felt this matter very deeply, I know you would
not have troubled yourself even to wrath about it. Truly I was glad
to hear you speak so. There is nought to forgive."

So he said, and maybe he was right.

I rode back presently to Bures with my heart full of joy, and a
wondrous content. And when I came to the house on the green I was
to learn that joys come not always singly any more than sorrows,
which are ever doubled.

The door stood open as I rode up, and in the red light from within
the house stood two tall figures on the threshold, and the light
flashed from helms and mail as they moved, and for a moment a fear
came over me that some new call to arms waited me, so that the
peace that I thought I had at last found was to be snatched from
me. For it was as in the days when Olaf's men stood on guard over
us at the doorway.

More like those days it was yet to be, for as I reined up a voice
cried:

"Ho, cousin what of the White Lady?"

And Olaf himself came and greeted me as I leapt from the saddle,
holding my shoulders and looking at me as he took me into the light
to scan my face. The other warrior was Ottar the scald, my friend,
and now I had all that I could wish.

We sat together in the old places, and he said presently:

"You seem contented enough with Cnut, to judge by your face, my
cousin."

"I had forgotten him. I am content with all things," I answered.

"How came you here?"

"Nay, but you shall tell me of yourself first," he said. "Then I
may have somewhat to say of my doings."

So I told him all.

"Why then, you must be wedded betimes," he said; "for I must see
that wedding, though I would not have Cnut catch me. The ships are
in Colchester river, and but for Egil I had never got there even."

Then I heard how he had been southward, and what deeds he had done;
and it was Ottar who told me that, for Olaf had nought to say of
himself. But presently when it came to the time when he turned his
ships homeward, Olaf took up the story.

"When I was minded to go on from this place, in Carl's water as
they call it, even to Jerusalem and the holy places, I had the sign
that I looked for--the sign that I should go back to Norway. I
slept, and in my sleep there came to me a man, very noble looking
and handsome, and yet terrible, and he stood by me and spoke to me
saying, 'Fare back to the land that is thy birthright, for King of