I heard the first questions that the man asked, for he spoke loudly.
“Whose man are you?”
“Sigurd’s,” answered my father shortly.
“Whose are the boats?”
“Mine, seeing that I built them.”
“Why, then, there is somewhat that you can do for me,” the horseman said. “Is your time your own, however?”
“If the jarl needs me not.”
“Tonight, then?”
“I have naught to do after I have carried the nets home.”
“That is well,” said the stranger; and after that he dropped his voice so that I heard no more, but he and my father talked long together.