The man's face had grown calm, though it was yet grey and drawn, and this seemed as if he would own his fault without excuse.

I minded that Nona the princess and her father, ay, and Thorgils, had said that they thought well of Evan the merchant up till this time.
"Supposing I let you go--What then ?" I said.
"First of all, I would tell you somewhat for which you will thank me, Thane." "Tell me that first," I said, not altogether believing that he had anything which could be worth my hearing, but with a full mind now to let him go.
Plainly, he had some sort of faith in me, or in the worth of what he had to say, for he began eagerly: "Thane, when we took you, it was Owen of Cornwall for whom we waited.

We were not minding you at all until we saw that we might hurt him through you." "That I suppose.

I know that you laid wait for Owen the prince." "Ay, for you know the Welsh and heard all that we said.

But listen, Thane, this is it.