midday
Hereward took it , and sang , -- `` In this Braga-beaker , Brave Ranald I pledge ; In good liquor , which lightens Long labor on oar-bench ; Good liquor , which sweetens The song of the scald . '' `` Thy voice is as fine as thy feathers , man . Nay , drink it all . We ourselves drink here by the peg at midday ; but a stranger is welcome to fill his inside all hours of the day . '' Whereon Hereward finished the horn duly ; and at Ranald 's bidding , sat him down on the high settle . He did not remark , that as he sat down two handsome youths rose and stood behind him . `` Now then , Sir Priest , '' quoth the king , `` go on with your story . ''