"That I can well believe. Farewell for the time, Count Worad."
"Until the morning, lord count, if nearness to the time of marching does not prevent our boating trip."
"It may chance that Lupus cannot come; but that would be small loss," said Roland, bluntly. "There is nothing to stay the others. Are your men ready for the road?"
"Amalwin has seen to that."
"And Floki to mine, I could swear, brother," said Olvir. "Yet we should go and see. Again, farewell."
Worad waved his slender hand, and the sword-brothers joined the crowds of departing warriors.
CHAPTER XVI
But about and between
Went baleful fate.
LAY OF SIGURD.