But Thora stood not with her as we passed through the fort gates, where she waited on the rampart with the Lady Alswythe.

Nor had she watched the fight at all, being torn with sorrow and fear alike.
I found her presently, while the men made litters whereon to bear our wounded to safety, having cleansed the stains of war from my armour.

King Harald's mail had kept me from wound worth notice--though, indeed, I hardly know how it was that I was unhurt thus.

Kolgrim would not use his arm for many days, and Harek was gashed in arm and thigh also.
When Osmund heard my tread, he started up from where he sat beside Thora, looking away towards the hills to which we were going, and greeted me warmly.
"It was a good fight, Ranald, and well won," he said.
Then Thora turned slowly, and looked at me fearfully, as if she feared me.

I was grieved, and would have gone away; but she drew nearer, and the fear went from her eyes when she saw that I was safe, knowing little of what I had been through.