It is good to see that nought is wrong here." Now I stood apart, and Govan and his guest spoke together for a few moments before my turn to tell Howel of my plight should come, and almost the next thing that the prince said made me wonder that I had not thought who he was at once.

Of course, he was the father of the kindly princess who had crossed the sea with Thorgils, and had so nearly been the means of my earlier rescue.
"Nona, my daughter, is here at the cliff top, Father Govan," Howel said.

"She came home in the Norse ship last night, as we planned; but tide failed for Tenby, and it chanced that the ship had to put in at the old landing place.

Now she wants to thank you for your prayers for her, and also to beg them for some sick man about whom she is troubling herself--some poor hurt knave of a trader who crossed in the ship with her." "I will go out and speak with her," Govan said, smiling.

"It is ever her way to think of the troubled." "Tell her that I will not keep her long in the cold," Howel said.
"Bid her keep her horse walking, lest he take chill, if I may ask as much, Father." Govan threw his cowl over his head, and answered: "I will tell her.