And that fight was a hard fight, for there must have been a score of gaunt wolves, half starved and ravenous.
And I think we should have fared badly, for at last I was standing over Raud, who was down, dragged to the earth by two wolves, of which the dog slew one and I the other, while the other two men were back to back with me, and the wolves bayed all round us.

But Hubba and his party heard our shouts in time and came up, and so ended the matter.
Now Raud must have it that I had saved his life, though I thought the good dog had a share in it, and both he and the dog were a little hurt.

However, my shoulder was badly torn by a wolf that leapt at me while my spear was cumbered with another, and I for my part never wished it had not been so.
For Osritha, who was very skilful in leech craft, tended my hurt; and I saw much of her, for the hurts were a long time before they healed, as wolf bites are apt to be, and we grew very friendly.

So that, day by day, I began to long to see the maiden who cared for my wound so gently, before the time came.
Now Raud must needs make me a spear from a tough ashen sapling that he had treasured for a long time, because that which I had used in the wolf hunt was sprung by the weight of one of the beasts, and while his hurts kept him away at his own house he wrought it, and at last brought it up to the hall to give to me.
When I looked at it--and it was a very good one, and had carved work where the hand grips the shaft, and a carved end--I saw that the head was one of Jarl Ingvar's best spearheads, and asked Raud where he got it.
"Why," he said, "a good ash shaft deserves a good head, and so I asked the jarl for one.

And when he knew for whom it was, he gave me this, saying it was the best he had." Now I was pleased with this gift, both because I liked the man Raud, who was both brave and simple minded, and because it showed that the surly jarl had some liking for me.