As the bower-maiden glided silently back among her companions, the wounded count followed Olvir from the chamber with a heavy tread.
CHAPTER X
Bids she not to be wary?
For a wolf's hair I found.
Wolf-beset shall be the way
If we fare on this errand.
SONG OF ATLI.
Evening of the following day found Olvir and Gerold returning to the viking camp from a successful hunt. Zora had fully justified the praises of her giver, and bore her rider into camp without a sign of fatigue. But the heavier Frankish horse was so spent by the chase that he could hardly carry his rider to Olvir's tent.
At the sound of their approach the tent was opened from within, and Count Roland came out to greet the hunters.
"Ho, brother!" called Olvir, as he leaped to the ground. "It is well; you keep tryst."