"Somewhat I saw," I said, "but it has gone. It might have been the top
of a sail."
Then I caught a glimpse of it again, and my father saw it also, and, as
we watched, it hove up slowly until it was plain to be seen. The vessel
it belonged to was sailing in such a way as to cross our course in the
end, though she was only a few points nearer the wind than we were. It
seemed that she was swifter than ourselves, too, from the way she kept
her place on our bow. Now a merchant must needs look on every sail with
more or less distrust, as there is always a chance of meeting with
ship-plundering Vikings, though the best of them will do naught but take
toll from a trader on the high seas. So before long all our men were
watching the stranger, and soon it was plain that she was a longship,
fresh from her winter quarters. We thought, therefore, that she was not
likely to trouble about us, having no need of stores as yet, and we
being plainly in ballast only. Nor did she alter her course in any way,
but mile after mile she sailed with us, always edging up nearer as she
went, until at last we could see the men on her bows and the helmsman at
his place.
I thought that one could hardly see a more handsome ship than she was,
fresh with new paint, and with her dragon head shining golden in the
sun. But I had seen her before, and that in no pleasant way.
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