"It will take us full two hours to reach the bay where Liot
dwells, and the feast, I fear, will have ended even now, for the
hour is late."

Helgi's face fell, and he muttered a deep imprecation as he turned
to Estein.

"What think you?" he asked; "shall we run for some distant bay,
and return to-morrow night?"

"I have come to meet Liot to-night," Estein replied, and turning
away he paced the deck in deep thought.

Helgi's cheerfulness returned in an instant. He hummed an air, and
leaning against the bulwark awaited the march of events with his
usual careless philosophy.

"The men were right," he thought; "it was a magic mist. The spell
has lifted with the fog. It wants but a brisk fight now to cure
him."

A grim smile stole over Estein's face, and presently he stopped
beside Grim, and said,--

"Know you where Liot sleeps in this hall of his?"

"Ay; I was forced to follow him for two years, and I know well his
sleeping chamber."