Ørlygur did not look up. The old man rose and came towards him. “Good-bye,” he said, offering his hand.
“And thank you for good company.”
“Good-bye and thanks.”
Ørlygur sat looking after the old man as he went. Then, suddenly springing to his feet, he ran after him and asked:
“Will you not tell me your name?”
“Men call me ‘Guest the One-eyed,’” answered the wanderer quietly, and smiled.
Ørlygur said nothing, but his face showed that the name was not unknown to him.
“Good-bye, again, Ørlygur à Borg.”
“Good-bye, Guest One-eyed, and God be with you,” answered Ørlygur reverently, pressing the other’s hand.
The wanderer went on his way, following the course of the stream. Ørlygur watched him till he was out of sight, and stood for a long while looking down the way he had gone.