One would set his age at about sixty years.
But the woman at his side is young and wonderfully lovely.

She is dressed in white and gold, and her hair is golden as the coiled necklace and armlets she wears, and hangs in two long plaits far below her knees, though it is looped in the golden girdle round her waist.

Fastened to the girdle hangs the sheath of a little dagger, but there is no blade in it.

She is plainly of high rank, and unwedded.

Now her fair face is set and hard, and it would almost seem that despair was written on it.
After those two the other folk seem hardly worth a glance, though they are richly dressed, and the men are as well armed as the jarl their leader.