"Some of the men with Ingvar and me wanted to slay you before they left that place; but Ingvar growled so fiercely that they must let you be, that they said no more, nor even would look your way again.

But he himself looked at you, and said strange things to himself." "What said he ?" I asked, wondering.
"He said, paying no heed to me, 'Now, Wulfric--you will hate me forever more, nor do I think that Lodbrok my father would be pleased with this;' after which he spoke words so low that I caught but one here and there, but they were somewhat of the lady Osritha, our mistress.

After that he said to me, 'Leave him horse and arms and unbind him,' and then turned away.

Yet if I had not bound you at first, maybe they would have had to slay you." "That is true enough," I said; "surely I should have stood between you and the king.

But what came to Ingvar to make him speak thus to me ?" "Why, after the hot fit comes the cold, ever, though Ingvar the King's cold rage is worse at times than his fury.