“You know Hakon well,” I said, having seen that the greeting between those two was not of an every day sort, or as between prince and follower merely.

“We two were long together in Athelstane’s court,” he answered.  “I also am Athelstane’s foster son.  He has many, according to our custom.”

There was a rush made for the entrance to the village by the Irish who yet loitered on the shore staring at us.  Some of them had carried away the wounded from off the green already, and now they left nothing to be seen of the track of the Danes across it.  The king was coming, and Hakon sent word to the cabin that the ladies should come and see him.  We lay perhaps three hundred paces from the shore, and there was no sight to fray them now.

So they and we went to the after deck and watched, and there was not long to wait.  But it was Dalfin who came alone, and mounted on a fresh horse.  It was plain that he had been fighting, because he had his left arm in a sling, though he managed his horse none the worse for that.  He rode down to the beach in all haste, with a dozen men after him, and waved his hand to us.  Then he dismounted, and the men put off the nearest boat, into which he stepped.  In five minutes he was on the deck, and greeting us.

“This is wonderful,” he said.  “All this morning I have been crossing the hills to reach here in the nick of time.  I heard no news, and I saw no messengers.  I did not even know that Heidrek had sailed hence and returned.  Now you are here first, and one comes with a message from you on the spot.  The luck of the torque lingers with Queen Gerda even yet.”

He bowed to her in his way, and she laughed, and looked for the gold.  He had not it on him now.

“Have you parted with it already?” she asked.

“With the torque, but not with the luck, as it is to be hoped,” he said.  “You will see my father wearing it soon.  It must needs be on the neck of the head of the realm.”

“What were you while you wore it?” asked Thoralf, who knew the Irish ways.

“Deputy king for the time,” answered Dalfin dryly.  “And in a hurry to hand it over to my father therefore.”

Now, as Dalfin had elder brothers, and there were chiefs almost as powerful as the king himself, that was to be expected.  Otherwise, our friend might have had an evil time between them.  Unless he had chosen to put himself at the head of the men whom he had just led to victory, and called to them to set the torque wearer on the throne.  They would have done it, by reason of the magic of the thing; but there was no thought of treason in the mind of Dalfin, though many a king’s son would have grasped at the chance, holding, perhaps, that as the sign of royalty had come to him, the throne must needs come with it, though his father held it.

Then he told us how the fight had gone—­how Heidrek fell at the forefront of his steadfast wedge, and how but few men had been taken unhurt.  Hakon asked what he would do with those who were taken.