I thought I saw the broad gleam of light as the doors of the hall opened and closed again, and then a hail or two went back and forth from the shore and us.

The oars were laid in and we were alongside the wharf, and quietly the rowers took their arms and sat in their places, waiting, as they had been bidden.

There were not more than a score of men waiting us ashore, for it was supper time.
Then came a man from out of the town toward us, and by the time we were moored he was on the wharf opposite the stern.

He had on helm and sword, but no mail, and his shield hung over his shoulder.

The men made way for him, and in the torchlight I saw that he was gray-bearded and strong.
"It is Gorm the Steward," said Gerda to me, "He is my friend.