She looked astonished at this, and smiled oddly, and then I saw what I had done.
"Forgive me," I said hastily; "I know not your name. That is what I ever called you to myself when I had to think of you in ordering matters."
"Why 'Sexberga'?" she said, looking out seawards.
"Truly I thought you like a lady of that name whom I knew. But now the likeness is gone," I said.
"Maybe I ought to be proud thereof," she said coldly enough.
"I will not say that," I answered. "Let me know your name that I may remember it."
"My name is Uldra," she said, without looking at me, and flushing a little, and then busying herself with the kitten's ears.
"That is a Norse name, lady," said I.
"Aye--and a heathen one. But it is the best I have."
Then I said, feeling that I could not say aright what I would: