Then Sigurd, knowing the man to be loyal and trustworthy, hurriedly told him all, and charged him to be secret, and see to his brother’s safety.
The knight begged him to remain and see the king; but Sigurd, fearing all delay, and feeling that his task at the castle was done, would not stay, but departed forthwith.
Before he had well left the place the four conspirators were arrested, and lodged in the deepest dungeon of the fortress. The guards, especially such as stood near the person of the king, were enlarged, the guests were quietly dispersed, and that night Ulf slept secure at Niflheim, little dreaming of the peril he had escaped or of the brother who had saved him.
Sigurd, meanwhile, light at heart, sped on the wings of the wind back to Jockjen. People wondered at the wild haste of the monk as he passed. But he looked neither right nor left till he stood once more at the great gate of the castle.
The guard stood at the entrance as before.
“Thou art returned betimes, holy father,” said he, “for our prisoner is like to want thee for a last shrift presently.”
Great was Sigurd’s joy to learn that he was in time, and that the man he had left behind lived still.
“When is he to die?” he inquired.
“Before an hour is past,” said the guard.
“For what crime?”