had just fled from.

Thyri, looking round the world, saw no likely road for her, but to
Olaf Tryggveson in Norway; to beg protection from the most heroic man
she knew of in the world. Olaf, except by renown, was not known to
her; but by renown he well was. Olaf, at sight of her, promised
protection and asylum against all mortals. Nay, in discoursing with
Thyri Olaf perceived more and more clearly what a fine handsome being,
soul and body, Thyri was; and in a short space of time winded up by
proposing marriage to Thyri; who, humbly, and we may fancy with what
secret joy, consented to say yes, and become Queen of Norway. In the
due months they had a little son, Harald; who, it is credibly
recorded, was the joy of both his parents; but who, to their
inexpressible sorrow, in about a year died, and vanished from them.
This, and one other fact now to be mentioned, is all the wedded
history we have of Thyri.

The other fact is, that Thyri had, by inheritance or covenant, not
depending on her marriage with old Burislav, considerable properties
in Wendland; which, she often reflected, might be not a little
behooveful to her here in Norway, where her civil-list was probably
but straitened. She spoke of this to her husband; but her husband
would take no hold, merely made her gifts, and said, "Pooh, pooh,
can't we live without old Burislav and his Wendland properties?" So
that the lady sank into ever deeper anxiety and eagerness about this
Wendland object; took to weeping; sat weeping whole days; and when
Olaf asked, "What ails thee, then?" would answer, or did answer once,
"What a different man my father Harald Gormson was [vulgarly called
Blue-tooth], compared with some that are now kings! For no King Svein
in the world would Harald Gormson have given up his own or his wife's