"GIVE YE GOOD COUNSEL."
When they reached Moolapund they found all the household up and
assembled for breakfast. Even Signy--though she looked pale and
nervous--was there. The _Laulie's_ approach had been noticed, but Mr.
Adiesen merely remarked, "Your young friends come to fetch you, Mr.
Garson, I suppose?"
He exchanged a knowing look with Fred. They had been conversing in
private that morning for two hours, and both came into the
breakfast-room with beaming faces. Even Aunt Osla could see without
spectacles that a great change had come over her brother, and the good
lady's heart was lightened, for she was sure the feud had come to an
end at last.
Yaspard came to much the same conclusion when he ushered his companions
into the house, and saw Uncle Brüs leaning familiarly on Fred's arm,
and quite ready to greet the Lunda boys with cordiality.
This was what our Viking-boy had longed for, and had hoped to bring
about; yet there was a comical regret mingled with his pleasure as he
thought, "There will be no more excuse for my Viking raids."
As they all gathered around the table Mr. Adiesen said, "I suppose you
came for your captain, young gentlemen?"
A moment's pause. "Yes," said Harry; "we were sure he would want to
get home soon to report Signy and Yaspard all right, but----"
"There's a 'but,' is there? Well?" said the Laird with a smile, which
was reflected on Fred's face.
"We did not _leave home_ with such an intention," Harry went on
resolutely. "We came to join Yaspard in a quest which ended in a
muddle."
"Because I wasn't there," said the Viking. And then they told all
about their night's work; and Tom prefaced the telling by a very
sensible remark. "It's got to be known, and we'd much rather have it
all out, and take the consequences as you like. It might look like
being sneaky, or fibicating, if we held our tongues."
When all was confessed Mr. Adiesen turned to his nephew. "Yaspard," he
said, "you are usually truthful and candid; why have you allowed me to
hear all this from some one else?"
"I was afraid that you would stop me from having any more raids, and
that the feud would have it all its own way after this." He looked
straight at his uncle, ready for a storm if it came, but it didn't.
"There will be no more feud, my boy," was the mild answer Mr. Adiesen
made. "I have agreed to bury the feud in gratitude for this child's
deliverance from great peril," and he laid his hand tenderly on Signy's
bright hair.
"Dear, dear uncle!" she exclaimed; and Miss Osla, behind the teapot,
began to sniff preparatory to a sentimental effusion, which was
fortunately checked by Yaspard exclaiming, "Then that makes an end of
our jolly Vikinging, boys."
They all laughed, all save Signy, who so thoroughly entered into her
brother's feelings, and she said, "That does seem a pity, brodhor; just
when you had got it all so splendidly arranged."
"Perhaps," Fred remarked, "some other method may suggest itself. I
don't see why you can't--now that a treaty of alliance is made--join
forces and go on the war-path together."
"But there's no enemy!" said Yaspard; "one can't fight without a foe."
"I dare say they will turn up if they are looked for. If you hoist the
black flag you will certainly find some one in the world ready to try
and haul it down, I am glad to say."
"All right, Fred," Tom cried; "since you counsel such action, we'll
range ourselves under Yaspard's banner, and it shall be 'Boden and
Lunda against the world.'"
"Stop! stop! you misunderstand me, Tom. I said that I was glad that
there were plenty of foes of the black flag, and that you would find it
so; but in saying that I did not desire you to sail under it. And,
Yaspard, I think you are a little adrift about your Vikinging. It was
only a section of the gallant Vikinger who made piracy their
profession, or need its hateful sign. Why identify yourself with that
lot? There are plenty of black flags flying all over the world, and
not so many of the Red Cross, my lad. Our boys still call me their
captain, so if you will all take your captain's advice, I'd say--let
the black flag be the pall of the feud. Sail with a noble minority
under the Christian badge, as many a Viking did, and _then_ it should
be right well, 'Boden and Lunda against the world.'"
"Good for you, Fred," said Harry; but Tom declared he couldn't see
through allegories; and that fighting the "world" in that fashion
didn't solve Yaspard's difficulty about his jolly game; and he turned
to Yaspard for assistance in the argument.
But our hero was "all with" Fred, and could see no fault in him.
"Obedience and no argument is the first rule of all who elect to follow
a chief," Yaspard said decidedly. "You must see as your captain bids
you, Tom."
"That's right," Harry Mitchell struck in; "we all agree with Fred.
Good-bye to the black flag; and may Balder guide you to fresh fields of
adventure, Sir Viking, for we look to you to provide us with something
'worthy of our steel.'"
"Quotations from Scott and Garth Halsen are always dodging among
Harry's yackles,[1] ready to dance on the tip of his tongue when the
smallest opportunity occurs," remarked Tom.
"Practical Tom Holtum aspires to poetic language," retorted Harry, with
some heat.
"There they go!" exclaimed Bill, giving a small kick to each, as he
happened to be seated between them. "Always sparring at each other
like young cocks."
"Sailing under the black flag, eh?" said Mr. Adiesen to Tom and Harry,
who looked a little ashamed, but joined in the laugh at Bill's next
speech.
"Talk of feuds," quoth he. "These two have had a feud of their own
going since they were born."
"Why, there is the _Osprey_ coming up the voe," Signy called out. She
had left the table a minute before, and had gone to the window to throw
out some scraps to the pet birds waiting, well assured that they would
not be forgotten.
Very few boats came up Boden voe, especially at such an unusual hour,
therefore more than one of the breakfast party followed Signy to the
window to see who was coming.
"It's father for one," said Tom.
"And that schooner's captain for another," said Fred.
"Now for it," thought Yaspard. "I wonder what I ought to do? I can't
peach on poor fule-Tammy."
He was not put to the test, for as the boat reached the quay Gaun
Neeven stalked up to the door followed by the culprit Tammy, looking
quite satisfied with himself, and not at all disconcerted by the many
eyes turned upon him--some in wonder why he was there, some in pity for
his half-witted condition which had caused so much trouble.
"Shall we boys clear out of the way?" Harry asked of Mr. Adiesen, who
assured him there was no necessity for their effacing themselves, as he
believed a very few words with the _Norna's_ skipper would explain
everything.
"I wish I had not come on a disagreeable errand," said Dr. Holtum, as
he shook hands all round. "Yes, Tom, I expected to find you boys here.
You generally do contrive to get on Fred's track. We were so thankful,
Adiesen, to learn that the child was safe. One of our boats found the
_Osprey_ at Havnholme, and brought the news and the boat to Lunda."
Then Mr. Neeven spoke abruptly--"Before anything further is said I wish
to state that I have discovered what caused the deplorable accident to
the schooner _Norna_, and I will make good the loss--though not bound
to do so--to her skipper, who I understand was also her owner."
"That's handsomely said," remarked the captain; "and when I hear the
explanation I will be better able to judge whether it is justice or
generosity."
Taking no notice of that surly speech, Neeven turned to fule-Tammy.
"Tell this gentleman, Tammy, about the peat fires you light on the
Heogue."
"Weel, sir," said Tammy, leering, and shaking himself, "it wis this
way. The Laird wis aye spakin' and spakin' o' getting yon things 'at
they ca' lichthooses upo' wir isles, and he wad say hoo puir seafaring
men wis drooned, and ships broken into shallmillins upo' the baus and
skerries a' for want o' a licht upo' the laund. And, thinks I, there's
plenty o' pates in Boden, and a gude pair o' haunds here tae mak a
roogue[2] 'at should lowe a muckle lowe ony nicht. And why shouldna
puir Tammy's pate-stack do as well tae mak a lowe as a lamp in a
lichthoose? The Laird, puir body, is that taen up with bukes and bits
o' stanes and skroita[3] that his head wasna big eneuch tae think like
puir Tammy, 'at had nae mair tae do but gang drodgin[4] wi' a pate
keschie and the like. So, thinks I, Tammy sall big a lichthoose o'
pates upo' da Heogue, and Tammy sall be the licht-keeper, and des[5] be
a bonnie lowe when the winds blaw. Mony a keschie-fu' has puir Tammy
carried tae dat spot, and mony a puir seafaring man will hae said,
'Blessin's be upo' da cruppin[6] 'at set yon taunds intae a lowe!'"
So perfectly satisfied with himself and his performance was Tammy, that
not even the _Norna's_ skipper would allow himself to laugh or say a
harsh word. The poor man's mental condition was so obvious, that no
one could doubt for a moment that the truth regarding the mysterious
fire had been told. "That will do, Tammy; you can go home now," said
Mr. Neeven, and Tammy departed forthwith.
[1] Double teeth.
[2] Heap.
[3] Lichen.
[4] Go dawdling.
[5] There shall.
[6] Body.