"If he had scoffed, or said aught against them--that were a different thing.

And what does Thor there care if one man pays no heed to him?
Surely he can keep his own honour--leave it to him." "It is dishonour to Thor not to hail him," said Rorik.
Now Ingvar spoke again to me: "Why do you no honour to the gods ?" "My fathers honoured them, for the godarship was theirs, and would have been my father's and mine, even as it is yours, Jarl Ingvar.
For good reason they left that honour and chose another way and a better.

And to that way I cleave.

I have done despite to no man's faith--neither to yours nor my own." At that Rorik lost patience, and lifting his axe, ground his teeth and said savagely: "I will even make you honour Thor yonder." Now at that Halfden saw a chance for me, and at once stayed Rorik's hand, saying in a loud voice: "Ho! this is well.

Let Wulfric and Rorik fight out this question--and then the life of him who is slain will surely appease the gods." That pleased our crew well, for they had no great love for Rorik, who had taken too much command on him, for a stranger on board.
Now, too, Ingvar's brows cleared, for he cared nothing for the life of either of us, so that the gods were satisfied with blood.