“BidethoutheretillIcancometothee。”shoutedEric；“itwillsparemearidetoMosfell。”
“Nay，nay。Itisgoodforladstotakethemountainair。”andSkallagrimturnedhishorseaway，laughing。
EricwatchedSkallagrimvanishovertheknoll，andthen，thoughhewasveryangry，laughedalsoandwentin。Butfirsthepickedupthetail，andonthemorrowheskinnedit。
Nowthetimewascomewhenthemattermustbetried，andEricbadefarewelltoSaevunahismother，andUnnahiscousin，andgirtWhitefireroundhimandsetuponhisheadagoldenhelmwithwingsonit。ThenhefoundthebyrniewhichhisfatherThorgrimurhadstripped，togetherwiththehelm，fromthatBaresarkwhocutoffhisleg——andthiswasagoodpiece，forgedoftheWelshmen——andheputitonhisbreast，andtakingastoutshieldofbull’shidestuddedwithnails，rodeawaywithonethrall，thestrongcarlenamedJon。
Butthewomenmisdoubtedthemmuchofthisventure；neverthelessEricmightnotbegainsayed。