Jarl Sigurd's thrall!

"No! by Tyr, thrall is he no longer! Stand forward, Ulf. Choose thou;
wilt go back to the Forest? If so, I will send thee with a guard of
honour. Wilt stay in my household? Then thou art as my son, and in
days to come a longship will I give thee to command."

Then Ulf the Silent, with a sidelong look at Edith Fairhair, said, "I
thank thee, Jarl; at the vik I choose to stay." And great was the
laughter and applause.

But when the strangers had sailed away, Jarl Sigurd brought out that
shirt of mail and tried it on, but found it all too small for him, and
said,

"Thou crafty one! Tell me, didst make this small that thou mayst the
younger hope to wear it?"

Then Ulf broke silence, and told the wondering Jarl the story of the
Star, as far as he knew it, and how, as a family matter, it appeared
to be better that Ulf alone should own the mail; to which the Jarl
shudderingly agreed, for, brave though he was, he feared witchcraft.
Then Ulf set the mail on a post and bade Thorolf the Strong send a
spear through it if he could.

Scornfully the giant hurled a javelin at the mark, and gasped as it
fell shivered like glass at the foot of the post. On the armour, not a
scar!

"It is dwarf-worked; elves did it!" he cried. And for a like reason