The folk called us the "white" and the Danes the "black" Lochlannoch, and I cannot say which they feared the most, though the Danes were the most hated.

But the Irish kings were not slow to take advantage of our rivalries when they could.
Asbiorn came to me as I stood and watched the king coming out of the camp.

His face was white and drawn, but he was calm enough.
"Who was the tall, young chief on the red horse ?" he asked me.
"Dalfin of Maghera, whom you let go with me," I answered.
"So I thought.

Now, I think that he has avenged that doing on the Caithness shore for you.

It is not likely that my father has not fallen; he was the leader of the wedge.