Part 2 (1/2)
”The devil knows!”
”Are you her father's thrall?”
”It is my bad luck to be the captive of some Norse robber.”
The straight brows of the young n.o.ble slanted into a frown. Alwin met it with a black scowl. Suddenly, while they faced each other, glowering, an arrow sped out of the thicket a little way down the road, and whizzed between them. A second shaft just grazed Alwin's head; a third carried away a tress of Sigurd's fair hair. Instantly after, a man crashed out of the underbrush and came running toward them, throwing down a bow and drawing a sword as he ran.
Forgetting that no weapon hung there now, Alwin's hand flew to his side.
Young Haraldsson, catching only the gesture, stayed him peremptorily.
”Stand back,--they were aimed at me! It is my quarrel.” He threw himself from his saddle, and his blade flashed forth like a sunbeam.
Evidently there was no need of explanations between the two. The instant they met, that instant their swords crossed; and from the first clash, the blades darted back and forth and up and down like governed lightnings. Alwin threw a quieting arm around the neck of the startled horse, and settled himself to watch.
Before many minutes, he forgot that he had been on the point of quarrelling with Sigurd Haraldsson. Anything more deft or graceful than the swiftness and ease with which the young n.o.ble handled his weapon he had never imagined. Admiration crowded out every other feeling.
”I hope that he will win!” he muttered presently. ”By St. George, I hope that he will win!” and his soothing pats on the horse's neck became frantic slaps in his excitement.
The archer was not a bad fighter, and just now he was a desperate fighter. Round and round went the two. A dozen times they s.h.i.+fted their ground; a dozen times they changed their modes of attack and defence. At last, Sigurd's weapon itself began to change from one hand to the other.
Without abating a particle of his swiftness, in the hottest of the fray he made a feint with his left. Before the other could recover from parrying it, the weapon leaped back to his right, darted like a hissing snake at the opening, and pierced the archer's shoulder.
He fell, snarling, and lay with Sigurd's point p.r.i.c.king his throat and Sigurd's foot pressing his breast.
”I think you understand now that you will not stand over my scalp,”
young Haraldsson said sternly. ”Now you have got what you deserved. You managed to get me banished, and you shot three arrows at me to kill me; and all because of what? Because in last fall's games I shot better than you! It was in my mind that if ever I caught you I would drive a knife through you.”
He kicked him contemptuously as he took his foot away.
”Sneaking son of a wolf,” he finished, ”I despise myself that I cannot find it in my heart to do it, now that you are at my mercy; but I have not been wont to do such things, and you are not worth beginning on.
Crawl on your miserable way.”
While the archer staggered off, clutching his shoulder, Sigurd came back to his horse, wiping his sword composedly. ”It was obliging of you to stay and hold High-flyer,” he said, as he mounted. ”If he had been frightened away, I should have been greatly hindered, for I have many miles before me.”
That brought them suddenly back to their first topic; but now Alwin handled it with perfect courtesy.
”Let me urge you again to turn back with me. It is not easy for me to answer your questions, for this morning is the first time I have seen the maiden; but she is awaiting you at the cross-roads with the old man she calls Tyrker, and--”
”Tyrker!” cried Sigurd Haraldsson. ”Leif's foster-father had that name.
It is not possible that it is my little foster-sister from Greenland!”
”I have heard them mention Greenland, and also the name of Leif,” Alwin a.s.sured him.
Sigurd smote his knee a resounding thwack. ”Strangest of wonders is the time at which this news comes! Here have I just been asking for Leif in the guardroom of the King's house; and because they told me he was away on the King's business, I was minded to ride straight out of the city.
Catch hold of the strap on my saddle-girth, and we will hurry.”
He wheeled Highflyer and spurred him forward. Alwin would not make use of the strap, but kept his place at the horse's shoulder without much difficulty. Only the pace did not leave him breath for questions, and he wished to ask a number.
It was not long, however, before most of his questions were asked and answered for him. Rounding a curve, they came face to face with the riders, who had evidently tired of waiting at the cross-roads. Tyrker, peering anxiously ahead, uttered an exclamation of relief at the sight of Alwin, whom he had evidently given up as a runaway. Helga welcomed Sigurd in a delighted cry.