It is a long tale--but the lady, who is a queen in Norway, shipwrecked with us here by a strange fate, has to do with the winning back of the torque." "A queen!" said the hermit quickly.

"Then the rule of which I spoke must needs be broken; nay, not broken, but set aside.

Now, where are your men ?" "Never a man have we.

There is Malcolm here, and Bertric, a Saxon thane, who is my friend also and a good Christian, and the poor young queen, and no more." The hermit threw up his hands.
"All drowned!" he cried.

"Alack, alack! May their souls rest in peace!" "We sailed without them, father.