“I have met none. Now, what is all this business?” answered my father.
“Business that will make a free man of you for the rest of your days, and rich, moreover, master thrall,” said Hodulf. “That is, if you do as I bid you.”
“A thrall can do naught else than what he is bidden.”
“Nay, but he can do that in a way that will earn great reward, now and then; and your reward for obedience and silence thereafter in this matter shall be aught that you like to ask.”
“This sounds as if I were to peril my life,” my father said. “I know naught else that can be worth so much as that might be.”
“There is no peril,” said Hodulf scornfully; “your skin shall not be so much as scratched—ay, and if this is well done it will know a master’s dog whip no more.”
I heard my father chuckle with a thrall’s cunning laugh at this, and then he said eagerly, “Well, master, what is it?”
“I will tell you. But first will you swear as on the holy ring that of what you shall do for me no man shall know hereafter?”
“What I do at your bidding none shall know, and that I swear,” answered my father slowly, as if trying to repeat the king’s words.
“See here, then,” said Hodulf, and I heard his armour clatter as he dismounted.