For some reason of their own, which, maybe, was not far to seek, they were certain that Melbrigda could find ransom for no one at this time, if he would.

Asbiorn turned to our guest, seeing, no doubt, that he was not of the house carles.

The great gold torque on his neck seemed to shine all the more brightly by reason of the blackened mail and cloak that half hid it.
"My name ?" said Dalfin, with a flash of pride in his gray eyes.

"It is Dalfin, prince of Maghera, in Ireland, of the line of the Ulster kings.

Kill me, and boast that once you slew a prince.