And let Godwine your son bide with his sheep--so shall he find his place." Then the earl flushed red with anger and waited to hear no more, but flung out of the house, muttering hard words on the dame and on his own foolishness in seeking her.
Then the great cat sprang on my knee, and clung to me with its strong claws as I would set it down to follow him.

And as it stayed me, the old dame spoke to me, and there was nought to fear in either her face or voice.
"Ask me somewhat, Redwald." I wondered, but I dared not refuse.

So I said: "How shall fare King Olaf ?" "For him a kingdom, and more than a kingdom.

For him fame, and better than fame.

For him a name that shall never die." "That is a wondrous weird," I said.