I thought then of sending to tell you that I was lying here wounded; but Freda, who had always been talking of you, suddenly turned coy and said that you might have forgotten us, and if you wanted us you would come to us in Norway." "But where is Freda ?" Edmund, who had been listening impatiently, exclaimed.

"One of your men told me that she had been carried off.

Is it true ?" "Alas! it is true," Siegbert replied; "and that is why I sent for you.
I have never been good friends with Bijorn since the wounding of his son, but after a time the matter blew over.

Sweyn, who though but with one arm, and that the left, has grown into a valiant warrior, is now, Bijorn being dead, one of our boldest vikings.

A year since he became a declared suitor for Freda's hand.