"By accident," replied Errington promptly, not caring to relate his morning's adventure for the pilot's benefit. "Is she some great personage here?"
Svensen sighed, and smiled somewhat dubiously.
"Great? Oh, no; not what you would call great. Her father, Olaf Güldmar, is a bonde,--that is, a farmer in his own right. He has a goodly house, and a few fair acres well planted and tilled,--also he pays his men freely,--but those that work for him are all he sees,--neither he nor his daughter ever visit the town. They dwell apart, and have nothing in common with their neighbors."
"And where do they live?" asked Lorimer, becoming as interested as he had formerly been incredulous.
The pilot leaned lightly over the rail of the deck and pointed towards the west.
"You see that great rock shaped like a giant's helmet, and behind it a high green knoll, clustered thick with birch and pine?"
They nodded assent.
"At the side of the knoll is the bonde's house, a good eight-mile walk from the outskirts of Bosekop. Should you ever seek to rest there, gentlemen," and Svensen spoke with quiet resolution, "I doubt whether you will receive a pleasant welcome."
And he looked at them both with an inquisitive air, as though seeking to discover their intentions.
"Is that so?" drawled Lorimer lazily, giving his friend an expressive nudge. "Ah! We shan't trouble them! Thanks for your information, Valdemar! We don't intend to hunt up the--what d'ye call him?--the bonde, if he's at all surly. Hospitality that gives you greeting and a dinner for nothing,--that's what suits me."
"Our people are not without hospitality," said the pilot, with a touch of wistful and appealing dignity. "All along your journey, gentlemen, you have been welcomed gladly, as you know. But Olaf Güldmar is not like the rest of us; he has the pride and fierceness of olden days; his manners and customs are different; and few like him. He is much feared."
"You know him then?" inquired Errington carelessly.
"I know him," returned Valdemar quietly. "And his daughter is fair as the sun and the sea. But it is not my place to speak of them--." He broke off, and after a slightly embarrassed pause, asked, "Will the Herren wish to sail to-day?"
"No Valdemar," answered Errington indifferently. "Not till to-morrow, when we'll visit the Kaa Fjord if the weather keeps fair."