He stared at it, and then at my face again, and I took off my cap to him with a bow.
"It is strange that a shipmaster knows not his own passenger," I said.
But he was dumb for a moment, and his mouth opened. Nona laughed at him and clapped her hands with glee, and I must laugh also.
"By Baldur," he gasped, "if it is not Oswald, in the flesh! What witchcraft brought you here? To my certain knowledge there is no ship but mine afloat now in the Severn Sea."
"Why, then, I crossed with you, friend," I said.
"That you did not--" he began, but stopped short.
"Thorgils, Thorgils--the sick man!" cried Nona.
"Oh!" said Thorgils, "can you have been Evan's charge?"
"Ay. Mind you that it was your own word that there might be danger from the friends of Morgan?"
Then I told him all, and he heard with growls and head shakings, which but for the presence of the lady might have been hard sayings concerning my captors.