There is nought to forgive." So he said, and maybe he was right.
I rode back presently to Bures with my heart full of joy, and a wondrous content.

And when I came to the house on the green I was to learn that joys come not always singly any more than sorrows, which are ever doubled.
The door stood open as I rode up, and in the red light from within the house stood two tall figures on the threshold, and the light flashed from helms and mail as they moved, and for a moment a fear came over me that some new call to arms waited me, so that the peace that I thought I had at last found was to be snatched from me.

For it was as in the days when Olaf's men stood on guard over us at the doorway.
More like those days it was yet to be, for as I reined up a voice cried: "Ho, cousin what of the White Lady ?" And Olaf himself came and greeted me as I leapt from the saddle, holding my shoulders and looking at me as he took me into the light to scan my face.

The other warrior was Ottar the scald, my friend, and now I had all that I could wish.
We sat together in the old places, and he said presently: "You seem contented enough with Cnut, to judge by your face, my cousin." "I had forgotten him.

I am content with all things," I answered.
"How came you here ?" "Nay, but you shall tell me of yourself first," he said.