"Let us go at once on this tide," I said, starting up.
"Not so fast now, comrade," laughed Thormod. "Would you come again
half starved, as last time, into the lady's presence?"
Then I called Cyneward, but when he rose up and came to us, Thormod
stared at him, crying:
"You here, Raud! I thought you were with Ingvar."
"Aye, Thormod, I am here--at least Cyneward, who was Raud, is with
Wulfric."
"Ho! Then you have turned Christian?"
"Aye," answered Cyneward, flushing, though not with shame, for it
was the first time he had owned his faith to one of his former
comrades.
"Now I thought this likely to happen to some of us," said Thormod,
not showing much surprise, "if maybe it is sooner than one might
have looked for. However, that is your concern, not mine. Keep out
of Ingvar's way, though."
"I bide here with Wulfric," he answered, having paid no heed to our
low-voiced talk.
"Wulfric sails with me to find--Ingvar," said Thormod, and at that
Cyneward turned to me in surprise.
"Not Ingvar," said I, "but one in his house. Will you come with
me?"
Then he understood, and his face showed his gladness.
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