“Alma?” repeated Runa, deeply moved. “Oh ... and that is Guest the One-eyed. No wonder that he never came here before.”
Ormarr sat down beside his wife, then rose again. “Shall we ... will you come and see him?” he said. “We have put him to bed in the little room.”
“Yes,” said Runa. “Do you think he will die?”
“I am afraid so.”
“If only death may bring him peace. It has been a weary way for him.”
They entered the room together. Ketill lay very still, and the others were careful not to disturb him. He opened his eyes as they approached, and at sight of Runa he covered his face with his hands.
She bent over him, and kissed his forehead gently. Then, sitting down at the bedside, she said in a calm, soft voice:
“Look at me, Ketill.”
She laid her hands on his and said again:
“Look at me, Ketill. It is all forgiven.”