I saw a man on her high bows lift his hand in the silent answer of the seaman who hears and understands a hail, and I saw a red shield, blazoned with a golden lion, at the masthead.

Then Bertric sat down and laughed as if he could not cease.
"It is Hakon, Athelstane's foster son, on the way to win Norway for himself.

Alfred taught us how to build ships like that.".