Now, some way from the King's castle there dwelt a wise woman, one who knew many things that other people could not understand, yet one who used her power well, and did not seek to cast spells upon man or beast; and it chanced that one day this wise woman came along the road by the castle as the King came riding home from the hunting, with his dogs leaping and the slain bear carried between two sturdy carls. Some of the dogs were fierce, but they tried not to harm old Wyborga; and the King saw, as he rode past on his great horse, that she looked pale and weary, as if from a journey. So the King called to one of his followers to light from his steed, and he bade Wyborga ride with him to the castle; and he took her to the hall and treated her with honor, and gave her food and sweet mead, for King Hardacnute was ever kind to the old and the young, and to women. And while Wyborga sat at meat, little Guthred came and played at her side, and laughed up into her face, and the wise woman placed one hand on his fair head and looked into his eyes and sighed, so that the King said-- "Why do you sigh, O mother, when you look into the eyes of this my son?" "Because of what I see there, O King," answered the wise woman. And the King asked again-- "And what is it that you see, O mother?" "A long journey to a far land, for a kingdom," answered Wyborga; and at that the King laughed heartily. "Why, truly, mother, that is but a little thing, for the sea is the road of the sea-kings; and though Guthred will be king in my place when I have passed to the storm land, yet it may well be that he will carry fire and sword across the sea, and conquer other lands." "Not fire nor sword will Guthred carry across the sea, O King," she answered, "nor will he reign as king here in thy stead, though he shall be king of a greater realm than thine. The thrall collar shall he wear, and the thrall's part shall he play, yet shall he become a king in his day, and a thrall shall help him to his kingdom." Now, at that the King paused and pondered, and his brow was troubled, but he said at last-- "Thy riddle is too hard for me, mother, and it seems dark with evil, for how shall my son become a thrall?" "Thrall makers ride the sea, O King," she answered. And the King said-- "Yet where shall the King be when they come, O mother?" And again she made reply-- "The sword has a death-song for each in turn, O King." "Now truly, mother," cried the King, "this is a hard thing you say to me, after you have eaten at my table. Evil did I do to bring you here as my guest."