And this was terrible, that over the host wheeled erne and raven and kite, as knowing to what feast the flapping of yon Raven banner called them.
Foremost of all rode a mighty chief on a black horse, and I saw that it was Ingvar himself, the king of the Danish host.

Well I knew the armour, for it was that which he had worn at the great sacrifice, though now it shone no longer, but was dulled with the stains of many a hard fight.

Now, too, round his helm ran the gold circlet of the king.
"Know you yon great man ?" asked Eadmund of me; for I would not leave him, but stood before him in my place.
"It is Ingvar the king," I answered; "he who was Jarl Ingvar." "Speak to him, and ask him to leave the land in peace," he said.
Now I thought that was of little use, but I would do the king's bidding, and asked what I should say.
"Offer him ransom, if you will," Eadmund answered.
So I went forward, and stood at a bowshot's length from our people, leaning on the axe that Lodbrok had made me, and there waited till the Danes came on.

And presently Ingvar saw me, and knowing that I was one who would speak with the leader, rode up, looking curiously at me as he came.
"Skoal to Jarl Ingvar!" I said when he was close.
He reined up his horse in surprise, lifting his hand.
"Odin! It is Wulfric!" he said.

"Now, skoal to you, Wulfric! But I would that you were not here." "How is that, Jarl ?" I asked; but I had ever heard that the jarl was in high good humour before a fight.
"I would not fight with you, for you have been our guest.