Now all this was wearisome to me, for I would fain follow Osritha in her flight, if I could.  So I left Thormod, without a word to Ingvar, and went to the stables.  There were but two horses left, and those none of the best; but Cyneward and I mounted them, and rode as fast as we might on the road which he said was most likely to be taken by fugitives.

We had but two miles to ride, for in the fog that frightened crowd of old men, women, and children had surely circled round, and had it lasted would never have gone far from the town.

When they saw us the women shrieked, and what men were with them faced round to meet an attack, thinking the pirates followed them; but we shouted to them to hold, as we were friends, though not before an arrow or two flew towards us.

At my voice, Osritha, who sat on her own horse in the midst of the company, turned round, saying quickly: 

“Who is it speaks?”

And I took off my helm, and she saw me plainly, and cried my name aloud, and then swayed in her saddle and slipped thence into her old steward’s arms, and one or two of the maidens went to her help.

But the men cheered, knowing that now help, and maybe victory, had come with us.

“Is all well?” they said in many voices.

“All is well,” I answered; “let us take back your mistress.”

Now Osritha came to herself, and saw me standing looking on her, for I feared that she was dead, and she stretched her hands to me, not regarding those around her in her joy and trouble.

“Wulfric,” she cried, “take me hence into some place of peace.”

I raised her very gently, holding her in my arms for a moment, but not daring to speak to her as yet.  And I lifted her into the saddle again, telling her that all was well, and that we might take her back to the town in safety.  Then she smiled at me in silence, and I walked beside her as we went back.

Then rode forward Cyneward and the steward to deal so with matters that the women might be terrified as little as possible with sights of war time, and we followed slowly.  Naught said Osritha to me as we went, for there were too many near, and she knew not what I might have to tell; yet her hand sought mine, and hand in hand we came to Ingvar’s house, and to the lesser door.  There I left her, and went to seek Thormod.

The large hall was cleared, and little trace beyond the dint of blows on walls and table showed what fight had raged therein, but only Thormod and Cyneward and Ingvar were there; and Ingvar slept heavily in his great chair.

“This is his way of late,” said Thormod, looking coldly at him; “fury, and terror, and then sleep.  I fear me that Ingvar the King goes out of his mind with that of which he raves.  Nor do I wonder, knowing now from Cyneward here what that is.  Little help shall we take back from Ingvar, for he has bestirred himself to gather no new host since he came back.”