"Where is the king?" shouted Ingvar.
I saw that their horses were done, and not knowing which way the king had gone answered truly.
"I know not. The road forks, and that is as far as I know."
Then Ingvar swore a great oath.
"You know not which way he went?"
"I do not," I said.
"Catch a thrall and ask him," he said to his men.
And those silly folk were yet standing at the corner, maybe thinking us belated wedding guests, and the men took one, dragging him to their chief. But the man said that he had seen no horsemen pass. Truly he had heard some, but all men were at the house door waiting for the bride to come forth, and paid no heed.
So the king had passed by before the procession set out, and I knew not what to think.
"What bride?" said Ingvar.