"I can tell by the look of him. He will not say anything. It is not his way. But he is no friend to you."
"If I give him my cloak," said Gunnar, "he may think better of me."
She shook her head. "I doubt it. But certainly he must have it. There is no other way. Besides, when the people see that he has accepted your cloak they at least will be contented."
Gunnar gave her the cloak, and she cast it over Frey's shoulder, and touched his beard while she whispered to him what it was. In order to whisper in his ear she had to stand tiptoe.
"Well," said Gunnar, "and how does he take it?"
"Very ill," she said.
"Then do you send me away?"
She hung her head, and thought about it. "No," she said, "I can't do that just yet. You shall stay here for three days, and maybe he will like you better. I will talk to him about it to-night when we are in bed."
"Do you go to bed with Frey?" he said in astonishment; but her own was equal to his.