Speak for me, I pray you, to the hammer bearer, that I may go whither my grandfather is gone, if so be that I am dead." "Nay, lady," said Dalfin, with all courtesy, "I do not know him you mean.

I am only Dalfin, Prince of Maghera, of the northern O'Neills." Now, at that magnificent "only" I saw Bertric trying to stifle somewhat like a grin beyond the shoulder of his charge.
"Lady," he said, "we are but mortal men.

We are here to help you, for the ship has not taken fire, and you are safe." She gave a little gasp and sank back on the roll of canvas we had set for a pillow, and her eyes closed.

I put back the last timber hastily, and came aft, getting out of sight behind the bedstead, being in no wise willing to be hailed as Thor again.

As for Dalfin, he poured out another cup of the wine and gave it to Bertric, who had signed to him for it.
"She will be herself directly," he said sagely.