Alwin's shoulder.




CHAPTER XV

A WOLF-PACK IN LEASH


He utters too many
Futile words
Who is never silent;
A garrulous tongue,
If it be not checked,
Sings often to its own harm.
Ha'vama'l

Out in the courtyard the four juniors of Leif's train were resting in
the shade of the great hall, after a vigorous ball-game. It was four
weeks since the crew of the "Sea-Deer" had come into shore-quarters; and
though the warmth of August was in the sunshine, the chill of dying
summer was already in the shadow. Sigurd drew his cloak around him with
a shiver.

"Br-r-r! The sweat drops are freezing on me. What a place this is!"

Rolf, leaning against the door-post, whittling, finished his snatch of
song,