I saw too that he noted my arms as they hung on the wall behind me.
Govan saw it also, and made haste to tell him who I was.
"This is one who should be welcome to you, Prince, for the sake of old days, for he has come by mischance from Dyvnaint, being foster son of one of the princes of Gerent's court, though a Saxon by birth.

Nevertheless he speaks our tongue well.

He will tell you all that presently, and I think that he needs your help." "I thought you one of our troublesome neighbours, the Danes," he said, with a smile now in place of the look of doubt.

"But if you are from Dyvnaint there are many things that you can tell me.

But I have come here to see that all is well with Father Govan, for there is talk of a mad Norseman who is roving the country, unless the cold has ended him in the night.