Nor do they seem to have eyes for any but those two at their head, and no word passes among them.

Their faces also are set and hard, as if they had somewhat heavy to see to, and would fain carry it through to the end unflinching.
So they come to the edge of the sea, where the boat waits them, and there halt; and the tall jarl faces the girl at his side, and speaks to her in a dull voice, while the people slowly make a half circle round them, listening.
"Now we have come to the end," he says, "and from henceforth this land shall know you and the ways of you no more.

There were other dooms which men had thought more fitting for you, but they were dooms of death.

You shall not die at our hands.

You are young, and you have time to bethink you whither the ways you have trodden shall lead you.