Thursday, February 16, 2012

For some time, the Finn advanced on foot steadily beside me.

It was, then, a Finn that I saw before me ; one of that mysterious race, of which such strange tales are told among all the people of the North. In spite, however, of his wild appearance and of his almost distrustful glances, I felt at once that I should be safer under his protection than under that of a strife-loving Swede; such, for instance, as Thorvald, whom we had met as we approached the house of Nial. It was, therefore, with less anxiety than I had anticipated, that I took leave of Jarl, and set forward on my journey with my strange companion.

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