And I think your father and Egfrid your brother would have helped me, or I them." So he doubted me not at all, any more than I should have doubted his tale, were he in my place and I in his.
Then I said that I myself had no grudge against Earl Ulfkytel, for he had sent me here.
"Why then, no more have I," answered Halfden; "for he is a wiseacre and an honest one, and maybe meant kindly.

Ingvar would have slain both guilty and innocent, and told them to take their wrangle elsewhere, to Hela or Asgard as the way might lead them." Now as he said that, I, who looked ever on the face of her whom I loved, saw that a new fear had come into Osritha's heart, and that she feared somewhat for me.

Nor could I tell what it was.

But Halfden and I went on talking, and at last she could not forbear a little sob, and at that Halfden asked what ailed her.
"May I speak to you, my brother, very plainly, of one thing that I dread ?" she asked, drawing closer to him.
"Aye, surely," he answered in surprise.
"Remember you the words that Ingvar said to the priest of the White Christ who came from Ansgar at Hedeby {xv}, while our father was away in the ships ?" "Why, they were like words.

He bade him go and settle the matter with Odin whom he would not reverence, and so slew him." "Aye, brother.