"I have still strength for one or two," said Skallagrim, "and then
good-night! But these are no foes. They are of the Coldback folk. The
carline has kept her word."

Then Eric was glad, and presently six men, headed by Jon his thrall,
the same man who had watched on Mosfell when Eric went up to slay the
Baresark, rode to them and greeted them. "Beggar women," said Jon, "whom
they met at Ran River, had told them of the death of Ospakar, and of
the great slaying at Middalhof, and they would know if the tidings were
true."

"It is true, Jon," said Eric; "but first give us food, if ye have it,
for we are hungered and spent. When we have eaten we will speak."

So they led up a pack-horse and from it took stockfish and smoked meat,
of which Eric and Skallagrim ate heartily, till their strength came back
to them.

Then Eric spoke. "Comrades," he said, "I am an outlawed man, and, though
I have not sought it, much blood is on my head. Atli is dead at my hand;
Ospakar is dead at my hand; Björn the Priest, Asmund's son, is dead at
my hand, and with them many another man. Nor may the matter stay here,
for Gizur, Blacktooth's son, yet lives, and Björn has kin in the south,
and Swanhild will buy friends with gold, and all of these will set on me
to slay me, so that at the last I die by the sword."

"No need for that," said Skallagrim. "Our vengeance is wrought, and
now, as before, the sea is open, and I think that a welcome awaits us in
London."