Ørlygur looked questioningly at his son.
“But—you will not be here very long? Your business....”
“I have sold it.”
“Sold the fleet? To whom?” Ørlygur flung out the question with evident anxiety in his voice, and looked keenly at his son.
“To Jantzen.”
“Ah—that is another thing. You can trust him?”
“As I could myself, or you, father.”
“I thought so, or you would not have sold to him.”
“I had to sell out, because we had succeeded in our aim, and there was no longer any need for me to continue. I could not go on. Once I have mastered a thing, when the element of uncertainty and contest—apart from what is obtainable by all—has gone, then I can work at it no longer.”
“Then you will take over the estate here?”