Thorgils if he had heard the name of their new master.

"No," answered Thorgils. "Nor can I guess why it is that he has
bought us. All that I know is that he is a Norseman, and that he
is very rich."

"I can only think," said Olaf, "that he intends some treachery by
us, and that he means to take us west over sea and deliver us into
the hands of Gunnhild's sons."

"There is little cause to fear such a thing," said Thorgils. "To him
we are but as any other slaves that he might buy in the marketplace,
and I think he has only chosen us because we are of his own country.
Had he discovered that you were your father's son he might indeed
design to take us to Norway. But that is not possible. There are
none but our two selves in all Esthonia who know that you are Olaf
Triggvison, and this man could not by any means have discovered
it."

Olaf was silent for many moments, then at last he said:

"Thorgils, I cannot deceive you. This man knows full well whose
son I am, and it was I who told him."

Thorgils drew in his breath, as if he had received a blow.

"You told him?" he cried. "Oh, rash that you are! Have I not
always bidden you keep this secret close in your heart? What need
was there to tell your story to the first inquiring stranger who
crossed your path? You are over ready with your tongue, and now,