I knew the good man loved me, and now I was sorry that I had spoken harshly to him, yet I had a feeling that I had been treated ill.

Maybe that was foolish, but one acts on foolish thoughts often enough.
There was a man sitting on the settle in the porch of the house as I turned back.

I had not noticed him as we came out.

Now the firelight from the half-open door fell on his face, and I saw that it was one of those two thralls of mine.
"Ho, Brand," I said, "answer me truly.

Know you where bides Dame Gunnhild the witch ?" "No, lord.