Command and you are obeyed! Go from us, go! What is there here to delay you?
Our mountains are dark and gloomy,--the fields are wild and desolate,--there are rocks, glaciers and shrieking torrents that hiss like serpents gliding into the sea! Oh, there must be fairer lands than this one,--lands where oceans and sky are like twin jewels set in one ring,--where there are sweet flowers and fruits and bright eyes to smile on you all day--yes! for you are as a god in your strength and beauty--no woman will be cruel to _you_! Ah! say you will go away!" and Sigurd's face was transfigured into a sort of pained beauty as he made his appeal.

"That is what I came to seek you for,--to ask you to set sail quickly and go, for why should you wish to destroy me?
I have done you no harm as yet.

Go!--and Odin himself shall follow your path with blessings!" He paused, almost breathless with his own earnest pleading.

Errington was silent.

He considered the request a mere proof of the poor creature's disorder.