They followed him across the grassy enclosure, though they still grumbled.
"Where shall we go?"
"The stable also is full of Eric's men."
"Before long we shall be shoved off the land altogether. We will have to swim over to Biorn's dwarf-country."
"I propose that we go to the landing place," exclaimed Sigurd. "It may be that the ship which Valbrand sighted this morning is nearly here."
"I say nothing against that," Rolf assented.
They wheeled promptly toward a gate. But at that moment, Alwin caught sight of a blue-gowned figure watering linen in front of the women's-house.
"Do you go on without me," he said, drawing back. "I will follow in a moment."
Sigurd threw him a keen glance. "Is it your intention to do anything exciting, like quarrelling with Thorhall as you did last night? Let me stay and share it."
There was a little embarrassment in Alwin's laugh. "No such intention have I. I wish to see the hunters ride in."