He had been Thorleif’s own court man, he told me, and knew the ways of one who should follow his lord, whether in hall or field, and I will say at once that so he did.  I had little to teach him beyond some Saxon ways which came strangely to him at first.

We went back to the king’s hall, and there I told the sheriff somewhat of the business with the slaver, and he laughed.

“Not the first time I have heard the like,” he said.  “If the man complains, pay him.  But if he is a man stealer, as is likely, you will hear naught of him, and he will get him from Norwich as fast as he may.”

As I suppose he did, for neither I nor the sheriff heard more of him, and next day his place in the market was empty.

I asked Erling of his shipwreck, and if Thorleif had been lost, but he could not tell me.  He had been washed off the fore deck as the ship met a great breaker, and with him had come an oar, which he clung to for long hours, making his way shoreward as best he might.  The ship was in danger at the time, and he lost sight of her very soon.  Presently some eddy of tide took him and cast him on the sands of Humber mouth, and there he lay till he was found.  That was a month ago, and since then he had been hawked up and down the coast with the other slaves till we met.

“But I was such a scarecrow, and so savage withal, that no man would look at me,” he said.  “It was a good day for me when the knave brought me to Norwich.  Mayhap it was a lucky day for him also, for sooner or later I should have got adrift, and then you would not have been looking on to hold me from paying him somewhat more than a beating.”

Next day was the last of the fair, and again I went to seek a horse, with my new follower after me.  There was less choice but more quiet, and soon I found that Erling knew more of the points of a steed than I did.  A Dane is a born horse dealer.  So I sent him one way while I went another, and when I was almost despairing of finding what I thought would suit me, he came in search of me, leading a great skew-bald horse, bright brown and white in broad splashes all over him, in no sort of pattern.  After him came a man who might be a farmer, and looked as if he cared not whether he sold the beast or kept him.

“The best horse in the fair, thane,” Erling said to me.  “I will not praise his colour; but if you forget that and look at his build, you will like him.”

So I did; but if a man wanted to be noticed everywhere in such wise that folk would reckon a week’s time from the day when the man on the skew-bald rode through the village, he could not choose a better mount, and I said so, laughing.

“There is somewhat in that,” Erling allowed; “but if you ride through the foe at the head of your men on such an one, none can deny that you did it.  Nor can your men say that they lost sight of you.”

In the end I mounted and tried the horse.  Presently I rode him out of the town and away across the heaths, and had no fault to find with him.  Indeed, by the time that I brought him back I did not care if he was of all the colours of the rainbow, for he was the best horse I ever backed.