We were making a long slant over to the English coast, and my heart was full of heavy thoughts, for I could not help wondering if this mischance had come about by my fault; and I was angry and sore that all the plans that I had made so confidently had come to naught.

Presently the abbot said: "The queen takes this matter very easily." "The trouble is to come," I answered; "she thinks that she is yet on her journey." "It is no fault of ours that she is not," said he.

"Maybe it is best thus.

I suppose that she will understand how things are when we reach the shore.

What will be done with us ?" "Let us ask Egil," I said.