I heard the man confess it." "But he left that story, telling the truth about himself," I said.
"Aye, so he did.

But the tale has stuck in Ingvar's mind, and naught will he hear but that he will have revenge on him." "What will he do ?" I said, looking after the Danish king, who went, never turning in his saddle, with bowed shoulders as one who ponders somewhat.
"How should I know ?" answered Raud, carelessly.

"Let us go on.
Maybe if you come with me we shall hear them speak together." "Raud," I said, "if harm is done to the king, I shall surely fall on some of you--and Ingvar first of all." "Not on me with axe, I pray you," he answered laughing, and twisting his head on one side.

"I mind me of Rorik." "Let us be going," I said, for I could not jest.
So we trotted after the party, and when we were near, Raud left me and went to Ingvar's side, speaking to him of what I had said.

Then the jarl turned round to me, speaking quietly enough, but in a strange voice.
"Come with me and we will speak of this matter to Eadmund himself.
Then will the business be settled at once." That was all I would wish, and being willing to speak yet more with Raud, I said I would follow.