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HOW WULFRIC BROUGHT OSRITHA HOME.
There was a haze far out at sea, and a fog was coming in with the tide when we came to the mouth of Ingvar's haven; and rounded the spit of land that shelters it from the southerly winds.

Soon we cleared it and then saw the town and hall above it at the head of the haven, and what my longings were I need not write.
Now by the wharves lay two ships, and I thought little of that, but on seeing them, Thormod, by whose side I was as he steered, seemed to wonder.
"Ingvar has got another ship from somewhere," he said, "or has built one this winter, for he sailed home with one only." Then, too, the men began to say the like, for the second ship was strange to them also, and, as seamen will, they puzzled over her until we were close at hand.

But I leaned on the gunwale and dreamed dreams of my own, paying no heed to their talk.
Out of those dreams I was roused by Thormod's voice.
"Yon ship is no Dane," he said sharply.

"Clear the decks and get to arms, men.