"Give me your hand, kinsman," and he looked me over from head to foot, but very kindly.
I took the king's hand gladly, but somewhat dazed in my mind at being thus owned.

And Olaf saw that I was so, and told me more.
"Asta, my good mother, was this Thoralf's cousin, and we Norsemen do not lose count of our kin.

So I knew well that Thoralf found an English home and wife when Olaf Tryggvesson was first in England, and that he was Thane of Bures by some right of his lady.

So I knew, when I heard your name and place, that I had found a kinsman.
And I have so few that I am glad." Now I knew that this was true, but we had never thought much of Thoralf, rather priding ourselves on his wife's long descent from King Redwald.

I wished for the first time now that I knew more of this Norse grandfather of mine.
"Presently we will find Rani, my foster father, who is with the ships," said Olaf; "he knew Thoralf well.