She stood in the door, doubting, when she saw me.

Sad she looked, and she wore no gold on arm or neck, doubtless because of the certainty of the great jarl's death; and when she saw that Hubba beckoned to her, she came towards us, and Ingvar set down the great axe whose edge he was feeling.
"Go back to your bower, sister," he said; "we have work on hand." And he spoke sternly, but not harshly, to her.

She shrank away a little, as if frightened at the jarl's dark face and stern words, but Hubba called her by name.
"Stay, Osritha; here is that friend of our father's from over seas, of whom you have heard." Then she looked pityingly at me, as I thought, saying very kindly: "You are welcome.

Yet I fear you have suffered for your friendship to my father." "I have suffered for not being near to help him, lady," I said.
"There is a thing that you know not yet," said Hubba.

"This Wulfric was the man who took Father from the breakers." Then the maiden smiled at me, though her eyes were full of tears, and she asked me: "How will they bury him in your land?
In honour ?" "I have a brother-in-law who will see to that," I said.