"Stay a little, Roland," he said. "Here are two who fought both with and against Otkar the Dane, and would grip hands with his foster-son."
"Both as friends and as foes, my kinsman loved the high lords of King Karl," replied Olvir.
The judge's severe face softened as Olvir clasped his bony hand, and he smiled as he turned with him to the serene-faced churchman.
"Here, hero," he said, "is one of the shepherds of the Christian fold who is neither wolf nor boar."
"I have eyes," replied Olvir, simply. "When I see a good man, I know him."
"'There is none good save God,'" quoted the abbot, piously; but he smiled at the sincerity in the young Northman's look and tone.
"'Be ye perfect even as God is perfect,'" quoted Olvir, in turn.
The Franks stared in amazement.
"By all the saints!" cried Anselm; "the lad knows Holy Writ,--a heathen monk!"
"We shall make of him a Christian layman, at the least," rejoined Fulrad, his broad, kindly face aglow.