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There was no further visitation from the savages for some time. The

leaves fell, the nights grew short, and there came a spell of cold; but

if this were winter it was one which no Greenlander could fear. The

sky was blue, the sun warm on the skin; there was no snow, and the

frost a mere white rime which melted in an hour. Their cattle never

failed of feed, and as for themselves, they had so well harvested the

wild wheat and the grapes that they had nothing to fear.

The winter, to call it so, was well advanced before the savages came;

but one day they were reported in large numbers on the lake, and

Karlsefne gave orders how they were to be received. None were to be

let inside the stockade; all the men were to have their weapons; such

stuff as they had for barter was to be held up from within the defences

and thrown over in exchange. He himself with a few of the best men

should stand in the entry.

Now while they were waiting for the savages and could still see some of

them out on the water, while others were disembarking on the shore,

Gudrid was sitting just inside the door of her house with her child

asleep on her lap. She sat full in the sun, and was quiet and happy,

as she generally was. Presently there passed a dark shadow across the

open door. Gudrid looked up quickly. A woman stood there inside the

pillars of the porch and looked fixedly at her. She was dressed in

black, drawn very tightly across her; she was about Gudrid's own

height, and had a ribbon over her hair--which was of a light-brown

colour, and not coarse as most of the savages' was. She was a pale,

grave woman, and had the biggest eyes Gudrid had ever seen. They were

wide open, grey, and had a world of sorrow in them. Gudrid was not at

all afraid, because she thought the woman looked too sad to be wicked

or ill-disposed; besides, she did not believe that any one could be

ill-disposed to her. So she smiled up in her face and waited for her

to speak.

When she did speak it did not seem at all remarkable that she should be

perfectly understood. "What is your name?" she said plainly.

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