"None the worse for the wetting, it seems." Truth to tell, I felt little of it, being altogether myself again after the rest.

So I laughed also, setting aside for the moment the question of what my fate was to be.

It was plain that the man who saved me from the sea and gave me back my arms did not mean to make a captive of me in any hard sort.
"Only mightily hungry," I said.

"It seems that I have slept heavily." Thrond jerked his free thumb toward a pitcher and wooden bowl that were set near me, without looking round.
"So I suppose," he said.

"Eat well, and then we will see what sort of a viking you make.