But I could not forbear leaping up and shouting, tossing my helm in the air as I did so, so wondrous was all this to me, and so full of hope.
At that Olaf laughed, and leaving Eadmund to his thoughts, turned to me.
"Which of the athelings are you ?" he asked.

"I have heard of Eadmund's brothers," and he held out his strong hand to take mine.
"I am but the atheling's comrade--his servant, rather," I said, growing red as I did so, for I had surely forgotten myself in my gladness.
"Redwald is no servant, King Olaf," said Eadmund quickly.

"He is my closest comrade here, and has fought well at my side.

Thane of Bures in East Anglia he is--but now the Danes hold his place." "Why then," said Olaf, "Thoralf's grandson surely ?" "Aye, king," I answered, wondering; "my grandfather was named Thoralf.

He was one of Olaf Tryggvesson's chiefs." "Then have I found a cousin," laughed the king.