Yet I would that he showed this openly, and telling Osritha of the gift, I dared say so.
Then she sighed and rose up, saying that she would show me another spear on the further wall, so taking me out of hearing of her maidens, who sat by the fire busied over their spinning and the like.
There she spoke to me of Jarl Ingvar.
"Moody and silent beyond his wont has he been since we have heard all about our father's death, and I fear that he plans some terrible revenge for it, even as he took revenge on the Northumbrian coasts for the long-ago slaying of Ragnar." Then I remembered the story of the burnt town, Streoneshalch, and knew what Ingvar's revenge was like.

But as yet I could not think that he would avenge Beorn's deed further than I had seen already.
"But he has no enmity with you, our friend," she went on; "though he speaks little to you, he listens as you talk to us.

But there has grown up in his heart a hatred of all men in your land, save of yourself alone.

And once he said that he would that you were a Dane, and his comrade as you had been Halfden's." Then I told Osritha of how Halfden had let me go from him rather than have me fight against my own land.

I had said nothing of this to the jarls, for there was no reason.