Through the door I could see the hills and the harbour beyond the high stern, and on that Thorgils was steering, with his eyes on the vane at the masthead.

His men were coiling down ropes, and Evan's two men were sitting under the weather gunwale aft, talking with the guards of the princess.

She was in the after cabin, I suppose, out of the way of the wind, with her maidens.

I could not see her.
"Art all well, friend ?" said Evan, loudly enough for the nearest Norseman to hear.

"Well, that is good." Then he sunk his voice to a whisper, and said: "That gag bides in your mouth, let me tell you.