had fled home, even as Lodbrok said she would.

"Now is your story proved to be true," said Hubba, smiling gravely
at me, but speaking for Ingvar's ear.

"Aye, over true," answered his brother; "serve this man well, Raud
and Rolf, for he has been a close friend of Jarl Lodbrok."

"Then should he be in Lodbrok's house as a guest," said Raud
stoutly, and free of speech as Danes will ever be.

"Maybe he shall be so soon," said Ingvar.

"I will bide with my first hosts," I said, not being willing to
speak much of this just now.

"That is well said," was Hubba's reply, and so we went to have the
falcon--who would not leave me--hooded and confined; and then I
went with the two men back to their hut, and there they vied with
each other in kindness to me until night fell, and I gladly went to
rest; for since that night within Caistor walls I had had no sleep
that was worth considering. So my sleep was a long sleep, and
nothing broke it until I woke of myself, and found only the great
dog Vig in the hut, and breakfast ready set out for me, while
outside the ground was white with snow.

I was glad to find that no watch was kept on me, for it seemed as
if Hubba's words were indeed true, and that the jarls believed my
story. And my dagger was left me also, hanging still on the wall at
my head where I had slept. Then I thought that the great dog was