'Witta plucked at his long shoulder-lock. "But think!" said he. "If I had let ye go - which I swear I would never have done, for I love ye more than brothers - if I had let ye go, by now ye might have been horribly slain by some mere Moor in the Duke of Burgundy's war, or ye might have been murdered by land-thieves, or ye might have died of the plague at an inn. Think of this and do not blame me overmuch, Hugh. See! I will only take a half of the gold."
"'I blame thee not at all, Witta," said Hugh. "It was a joyous venture, and we thirty-five here have done what never men have done. If I live till England, I will build me a stout keep over Dallington out of my share."
"'I will buy cattle and amber and warm red cloth for the wife," said Witta, "and I will hold all the land at the head of Stavanger Fiord. Many will fight for me now. But first we must turn North, and with this honest treasure aboard I pray we meet no pirate ships."
'We did not laugh. We were careful. We were afraid lest we should lose one grain of our gold, for which we had fought Devils.
"'Where is the Sorcerer?" said I, for Witta was looking at the Wise Iron in the box, and I could not see the Yellow Man.
"'He has gone to his own country," said he. "He rose up in the night while we were beating out of that forest in the mud, and said that he could see it behind the trees.
He leaped out on the mud, and did not answer when we called; so we called no more. He left the Wise Iron, which is all that I care for - and see, the Spirit still points to the South."
'We were troubled for fear that the Wise Iron should fail us now that its Yellow Man had gone, and when we saw the Spirit still served us we grew afraid of too strong winds, and of shoals, and of careless leaping fish, and of all the people on all the shores where we landed.'
'Why?' said Dan.
'Because of the gold - because of our gold. Gold changes men altogether. Thorkild of Borkum did not change. He laughed at Witta for his fears, and at us for our counselling Witta to furl sail when the ship pitched at all.
"'Better be drowned out of hand," said Thorkild of Borkum, "than go tied to a deck-load of yellow dust."
'He was a landless man, and had been slave to some King in the East. He would have beaten out the gold into deep bands to put round the oars, and round the prow.
'Yet, though he vexed himself for the gold, Witta waited upon Hugh like a woman, lending him his shoulder when the ship rolled, and tying of ropes from side to side that Hugh might hold by them. But for Hugh, he said - and so did all his men - they would never have won the gold. I remember Witta made a little, thin gold ring for our Bird to swing in.
'Three months we rowed and sailed and went ashore for fruits or to clean the ship. When we saw wild horsemen, riding among sand-dunes, flourishing spears, we knew we were on the Moors' coast, and stood over north to Spain; and a strong south-west wind bore us in ten days to a coast of high red rocks, where we heard a hunting-horn blow among the yellow gorse and knew it was England.
"'Now find ye Pevensey yourselves," said Witta. "I love not these narrow ship-filled seas."
'He set the dried, salted head of the Devil, which Hugh had killed, high on our prow, and all boats fled from us.
Yet, for our gold's sake, we were more afraid than they.
