And then he spoke again slowly, with his eyes still on the ground.
"Thrond, who is my uncle, saw the same on the mail of my father not long before he fell.

He said at that time that so it had often been in our family; but this has not come to me until I came here.

I had no second sight up to this time." "It is sent for some reason, therefore," said I."Now, is it possible to avert the doom which seems written ?" He shook his head.

"I have never heard so," he answered.
"Yet the king does not seem fey," said I, "and there is no man in all this land who would harm him.

Ah, maybe you saw the robe as of a saint, because all men hold him most saintly!" "May it he so," he answered.