It was Sexberga who cheered me in my search, and so I spoke to her thereof." "I should not have doubted you," he said frankly; "forgive me." I held out my hand and he took it.

There was nought but friendliness in his grasp, and I could not blame him.

I blamed Sexberga wholly.
Then he laughed a little ruefully.
"I am a fool with a sword," he said.

"Will you teach me somewhat?
I think I was mad when I used those evil words to you." "I have forgotten them," I answered; and so I had.

One does not think much of what a man says in utmost rage as his.