"There may be some gathering to rescue Arnkel, for all the quiet." He laughed again, and his laugh was hard.
"There will be none," he said, and pointed.
The mast of the ship had been stepped again, but the sail was still on deck.

Only a spare yard had been hoisted half-mast high across the ship.

And at the outboard end of it swung, black against the red fires of the sky, the body of the man who had wrought the trouble.

He had found the death which he deserved.
"Hakon's word," said Asbiorn quietly.

"You mind what he said." I remembered, and it came to me that Asbiorn had done right.