Now one knows how that was." "I liked the man well, also," said the princess, with a sigh.

"He has come here every year, and betimes as he shewed me his goods--not those you spoke of, Thorgils--it has seemed to me that he was downcast, and as one who had sorrow in his heart.

Maybe he had, for his ill doings.

He deserves to be punished, but yet I would ask that--that if you lay hands on him you will be merciful." "He shewed little mercy to Oswald the thane," growled Thorgils.
"However, Princess, I think that you may be easy.

He will not risk aught, and we shall see him no more.