She did not move far away, but stood watching the men at work on the ships and the scene around.
Presently a tall figure strode down from the vessels towards her.
"There is Sweyn!" Edmund exclaimed, seeing that the warrior possessed but one arm.
"Ah! you know him by sight then ?" The Dane said.
"I should do so," Edmund answered grimly, "seeing that it was I who smote off that right arm of his.

I regret now that I did not strike at his head instead." The Dane looked with admiration and surprise at his leader.

He had heard of the fight between the Saxon champion and Sweyn, which had cost the latter his right arm, but until now he had been ignorant of Edmund's identity with Sweyn's conqueror.
Freda did not seek to avoid her captor, but remained standing quietly until he approached.

For some time they conversed; then she turned and left him and re-entered her hut.

Sweyn stood looking after her, and then with an angry stamp of the foot returned to the galleys.
"I would give much to be able to warn her that I am present and will follow her until I rescue her from Sweyn," Edmund said.