“Perchance Hilda could tell thee!” said Glumm.
Erling laughed, and said there was some truth in that; but checked himself suddenly, for at that moment a man in the garb of a thrall appeared.
“Ho! fellow,” cried Glumm, “hast heard of King Harald Haarfager of late?”
“The King is in guest-quarters in Updal,” answered the thrall, “in the house of Jarl Rongvold, my master.”
“We must speed on,” said Erling to Glumm, “if we would speak with the King before supper-time.”
“If you would speak with the King at all,” said the thrall, “the less you say to him the better, for he is in no mood to be troubled just now. He sets out for the Springs to-morrow morning.”
Without making a reply the youths clapped spurs to their horses and galloped away.