Then the old warrior turned toward us, and looked us over again, and I thought he seemed kindly, and, from his way, another chief of some rank.

“I suppose this is your son?” he said to Elfric directly.

“My young cousin,” answered the thane.  “Let him go, I pray you; for he is far from his own folk, and he was in my charge.  You may bid him ride home without a word to any man if you will, and he will keep the trust.”

The warrior shook his head, but smiled.

“No, I cannot do that.  However, I suppose Thorleif will let you go by and by.  If our having you here saves trouble, you may be thankful.  We are not here to fight if we can help it.”

“Why, then,” said Elfric, “unbind us, and we will bide here quietly.  You may take the word of a thane.”

“I have always heard that the word of a Saxon is to be relied on,” said the old warrior, and gave an order to the guard.

Whereon they freed us, and glad I was to stretch my limbs again, while my spirits rose somewhat.

The old chief talked with us for a while after that, and made no secret of whence the ships had come.  It seemed that they were indeed from Wales, had touched on the south coast of Ireland, and thence had rounded the Land’s End, and, growing short of food, had put in here.  Also, he told us that they had been “collecting property,” and were on the way home to Denmark.  He thought they were the first ships of the Danes to cruise in these waters, and was proud of it.

“It is a wondrously fair land of yours here,” he said, looking inland on the rolling downs and forest-hidden valleys.

“Fairer than your own?” I asked.

“Surely; else why should we care to leave our homes?”

“Ho, Thrond!” shouted some man from the wharves, “here are cattle coming in.”

The old warrior turned and left us, going ashore.  Round the turning of the street inland, whence we came, some of the mounted men were driving our red cattle from the nearer meadows, and doing it well as any drover who ever waited for hire at a fair.  I saw that they had great heavy-headed dogs, tall and smooth haired, which worked well enough, though not so well as our rough gray shepherd dogs.  The ship we were in lay alongside the wooden wharf; and one could watch all that went on, for the fore deck was high above the busy crowd ashore.

I wondered for a few minutes what the Danes would do with the cattle; but they had no doubt at all.  Before old Thrond had reached them the work of slaughter had begun, and wonderfully fast the men were carrying the meat on board the ships, heaping it in piles forward, and throwing the hides over the heaps.  I heard one of the guards say to another that this was a good “strand hewing,” that being their name for this hasty victualling of the ships.

More cattle came in presently, and sheep also, to be served in the same way.  There were a hundred and fifty men or so on each ship, and I think that this was the first landing they had made since they left Ireland, so that they were in need of plenty of stores.