We outlaws were not bound, for there seemed no need." It was strange that he should care to tell me this, being what he was.

Once more I minded words of Thorgils--that the knave would beguile Loki himself with fair words.

Yet there was somewhat very strange in all the looks and words of the man at this time.

But I would not talk longer with him, and I cut his bonds and freed him.
He tried to rise and stretch his cramped limbs, groaning with the pain of them as he did so.

And that grew on him so that of a sudden he swooned and fell all his length at my feet, and then I found myself kneeling and chafing the hands of this one who had bound me, so that he should come round the sooner.