Once out of the castle Sigurd breathed freely, and with thankful heart quickened his pace through the fast emptying streets in the direction of Niflheim. A double care now pressed on him. The first on account of his brother's danger, the other lest he himself, in his efforts to save the king, should be detained, and so unable to keep faith with the brave man he had left in his place in the dungeon. He therefore pressed on with all speed, unheeded by passers-by, to whom the sight of a monk hurrying on some mission of mercy was no strange thing. In due time, in the dim twilight, the castle of Niflheim rose before him, and he felt that his journey was nearly done. Late as it was, there was revelling going on in the palace. Knights and ladies crowded the halls, whilst without, in the outer rooms, persons of all degrees congregated to witness the festivities and share in the hospitalities of the royal bridegroom. For though Ulf was hated by all, some, either through fear or greediness, failed not to keep up a show of loyalty and even mirth in the royal presence. Sigurd entered the palace unchallenged, and mingled with the outer throng of onlookers. No one noticed him, but he, looking round from under his hood, could see many faces that he knew, and amongst them the conspirators whom he had that evening overheard plotting in the streets of Jockjen. The sight of these men doubled his uneasiness, for the appointed hour was nearly come, and unless he fulfilled his errand forthwith he might yet be too late. He therefore approached a knight whom he knew to be still faithful to the king, and drawing him aside, said-- "Sir, I would speak with the king. I have great news for him." "You cannot speak to-night, holy friar," said the knight, "for the king is banqueting. Come in the morning." "It may be too late in the morning," said Sigurd. "Why, what news have you that is so urgent?" demanded the soldier. "I bear news of Sigurd, the king's brother, who is approaching, and may be here to-night." "Ha!" exclaimed the knight, eagerly; "Sigurd advancing! How many has he with him? and does he come in peace or war?" "You know," said Sigurd, "there is no peace between Ulf and Sigurd; but I pray you take me to the king, for I have more news that will not bear delay." At this the soldier went, and Sigurd waited anxiously. The knight soon returned. "The king," said he, "will see you anon, after he shall have spoken to four worthy citizens of Jockjen who have craved a secret audience." So saying he left him and advanced to where the conspirators stood expecting to be summoned. Then Sigurd could contain himself no longer. With hurried strides, pushing his way among the crowd, he followed and overtook the knight before he could deliver his summons. Seizing him fiercely by the arm, in a way which made the man of war start in amazement, he led him aside, and said eagerly--