many a sword and suit of armour has been thought to be made by magic
by men who did not know of nickel steel.

But not all of the Star was used in that suit of armour. Some of it
Ulf kept for sword and battle-axe. Some of it went to gentler uses,
and some of it in the shape of harpstrings in other days sang a song
of liberty to a captive king. But no braver sight the vik ever saw
than the one when out through the black wolf's-mouth of massive cliffs
one morning a swift longship sped, with the early wind rounding the
great sail and helping the rowers with their oars. A line of shields
hung along each side, helmeted heads gleamed here and there, and high
in the stern the rising sun made a form shine like a statue of silver
flame as he waved farewell to those on shore, who cheerily waved and
shouted farewells back again. Jarl Sigurd was now too old to take the
seas; and Edith Fairhair--was still Edith Fairhair. Ulf the Silent had
still his fame to win. But she knew that he would win it.




SPARK VI.

HOW FRAGMENTS OF THE STAR TRAVELLED TO A FAR COUNTRY.


Ulf still had a name to win; but what a glorious thing it was to stand
there in the stern of that swift craft and feel it quiver with life
beneath him in response to the rhythmic stroke of the oarsmen, as it
surged through the heaving water. Brightly the sunlight leaped along
the sea. Snow-white was the foam that flashed upward underneath the