"What is that to me?
Here in England he is masterless--" "No," said the Dane; "this is my master.

Heard you not how I owned to a black eye from him ?" And he looked at me in a half proud way which told me how the bonds had broken him, and yet how they had not yet made him shameless if he must beg me for help to freedom.
Then said Werbode quietly: "Where is that receipt?
I suppose that if you paid for his man, my friend has to repay you for ransoming him.

It is a simple matter." "I do not carry it with me, stranger.

You know not this land of ours.

It is at my inn.