"
Then the white faces turned with one accord to Havelok, as he stood
resting the great cornerstone on the battlement before him, and there
grew a whisper that became a word and that was almost a shout from the
many voices that answered.
"Gunnar! Gunnar Kirkeban come again!"
Then was silence, and the jarl spoke to Havelok.
"Tell us your name, and whence you come."
"Havelok Grimsson of Grimsby men call me," he said.
And then men knew who he was indeed, for little by little the secret had
been pieced together, if not told from the king's place, in the years
that had passed. And at that there rose and grew a murmur and a cry.
"Havelok, son of Gunnar! Havelok the king!"
Then said Sigurd in a great voice, "Who is for Hodulf of us all? Let no
man go hence who is for him."
And I saw two or three men cut down then and there, and after that there
was a roar of voices that called for Havelok to lead them.
"Come down, lord," said Sigurd, unhelming and looking up.
So we went from the tower, and round Havelok the men crowded, kissing
his hand and asking pardon for what they had wrought in error; and
Sigurd dismounted and knelt before him, holding forth his sword hilt in
token of homage, that his king might touch it.
"Only Havelok son of Gunnar dares call himself son of Grim also, and in
that word all the tale is told.
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