"And, moreover, Eadmund the King, and Elfric, my father, will do him all honour." "I will see to that," growled Ingvar, turning sharply from where he sought another weapon on the wall.
Not knowing all he meant, this pleased me, for I thought that we should sail together to Reedham for this, before very long.

But Osritha, knowing his ways, looked long at him, till he turned away again, and would not meet her eyes.
"Now go back to your place, my sister," he said.

"It is not well for you to bide here just now." "Why not?
Let our friend tell me of Father also," she said wilfully.
"Because I am going to do justice on Lodbrok's slayer," said Ingvar, in a great voice, swinging an axe again.
Then the maiden turned pale, and wrung her hands, looking at Ingvar, who would not meet her eyes; and then she went and laid her hands on his mighty arm, crying: "Not that, my brother; not that!" "Why not ?" he asked; but he did not shake off her little hands.
"Because Father would not have men so treated, however ill they had done." "Aye, brother; the girl is right," said Hubba.

"Let him die; for you gave him to Wulfric, and that is his word." "Well then," said Ingvar, setting back the axe at last, "I will not carve him into the eagle I meant to make of him.

But slay him I must and will, if the life is yet in him." "Let Odin have him," said Hubba; and I knew that he meant that the man should be hanged, for so, as Halfden's vikings told me, should he be Odin's thrall, unhonoured.
Then the maiden fled from the hall, glad to have gained even that for the man, instead of the terrible death that the Danes keep for traitors and cowards.
Now Ingvar put back the axes he had kept, saying that the girl ever stood in his way when he would punish as a man deserved.