Nor would he change it, though I was angry, until I grew used to it in time.
"Call me not 'master,' Kolgrim, my comrade," I said; "it is unfittinq for you." At last he answered me in such wise that I knew it was of no more use to speak of it.
"Master of mine you are, Ranald the king, since the day when you dared more than I thought man might, while I lay like a beaten hound outside, and dared not go within that place to see what had become of you.

Little comradeship was mine to you on that day, and I am minded to make amends if I can.

I think I may dare aught against living men for you, though I failed at that mound.

I will give life for you, if I may." I told him that what he had done was well done, and indeed he had had courage to go where none else had dared; for I had ties of friendship that made me bold to meet Jarl Sigurd, and might go therefore where he might not.

It was well that he did not come into the presence of the dead.
"Therefore we are comrades, not master and man," I said.
"Nay, but master and man--lord and thrall," he answered.
So I must let him have his way, but he could not make me think of him as aught but a good and brave comrade whom I loved well.
They hailed me as king when I went on board my ship for the first time with my own men, as I have said.