King or thane, here was a pleasant greeting enough.
He held out his hand to Odda first and then to me.

The Saxon kissed it, bending one knee, which was doubtless right for him, as owning allegiance thereto.

But I shook hands in our own way, saying: "Skoal to Alfred the king." Which seemed to please him, for he answered: "Welcome to King Ranald.

I am glad my letter brought you.

My counsellor, Godred, feared you might not care to come." "The letter turned the scale, lord king," I said.