Maybe we cannot make for Norway when the wind comes.

If not, we must plan otherwise.

Come, I cannot rest till I know." But I held him back, making no secret of my fears.
"We shall have to reckon with the wrath of the hero," I said.

"It will be terrible--and we know not what may happen." At that Dalfin stared at me; but Bertric, who had seen other lands and knew the ways of men, smiled and set his hand on my arm.
"I do not fear him," he said.

"It is impossible that if a chief lies there he can be wroth with men who will do naught but honour him.