romp, he pushed him roughly away and bade him begone. The boy, unaccustomed to such treatment, looked reproachfully at him, and asked why he was angry. "Begone," cried Helge; "to-day thy paternal heritage was taken from thee, and I don't care for thee any more." "Where was that done, and who did it?" asked Haakon. "It was done at Oere-_thing_, and they who did it were the two brothers, King Inge and Earl Haakon." "Do not be angry with me, mine own Helge," said the boy; "and be not troubled about this; their judgment cannot be valid, as my guardian was not present to answer in my behalf." "Who, then, is thy guardian?" inquired Helge. "My guardians are God, and the Holy Virgin, and St. Olaf," exclaimed Haakon solemnly; "into their keeping I have given my cause, and they will guard my interests, both in the division of the country and in all my welfare." Much moved, the veteran seized the boy in his arms and kissed him. "Thanks for those words, my prince," he said; "such words are better spoken than unspoken." [Illustration: HAAKON HAAKONSSON AND HELGE HVASSE.] When this occurrence was reported to Christina, she scolded Haakon, and henceforth treated him harshly. But she dared not show her evil disposition toward him in the presence of her husband. For the earl, though he had no scruples in barring the boy's way to the throne, was yet attached to him, and would not allow him to come to harm. Haakon's remarkable precocity amused him, as it did all his men. Several anecdotes are preserved of his droll sayings and doings. Thus, when once the weather was so cold that the bread could not be buttered, the little prince took a piece of bread and bent it around the butter, saying: "Let us tie the butter to the bread, Birchlegs." This saying became a proverb in the camp of the Birchlegs.