"But, Olaf, how white and thin you are.

I had hoped to find you well again, though, not knowing how it fared with you, I came to see with my own eyes." "That is good of you," I muttered as I turned to grasp Steinar's hand, adding: "I know well who it was that brought you here." "Nay, nay," she said.

"I came of myself.

But my father waits you, Olaf." So I went to where the lord Athalbrand Fork-beard was dismounting, and greeted him, lifting my cap.
"What!" grumbled Athalbrand, who seemed to be in an ill temper, "are you Olaf?
I should scarcely have known you again, lad, for you look more like a wisp of hay tied on a stick than a man.

Now that the flesh is off you I see you lack bone, unlike some others," and he glanced at the broad-shouldered Steinar.