And two men there were who led between them Beorn, holding him lest he should fall, either from weakness or terror, close to the jarl.
So I stood before Ingvar the Jarl, and wondered how things would go, and what Beorn had said, though I had no fear of him.

And as the jarl gazed at me I raised my hand, saying in the viking's greeting: "Skoal to Jarl Ingvar!" At that he half raised hand in answer, but checked himself, saying shortly: "Who are you, and how come you by my father's boat ?" I was about to answer, but at that word it seemed that for the first time Beorn learnt into whose hands he had fallen, and he fell on his knees between his two guards, crying for mercy.

I think that he was distraught with terror, for his words were thick and broken, and he had forgotten that none but I knew of his ill deed.
That made the jarl think that somewhat was amiss, and he bade his men bind us both.
"Bind them fast, and find my brother Hubba," he said, and men rode away into the forest.

But I spoke to him boldly.
"Will you bind a man who bears these tokens, Jarl ?" And I held out my hand to him, showing him the rings that Lodbrok and Halfden had given me.
"My father's ring--and Halfden's!" he said, gripping my hand, as he looked closely at the runes upon them, so tightly that it was pain to me.

"By Odin's beard, this grows yet stranger! Who are you, and whence, and how came you by these things ?" "I am Wulfric, son of Elfric, the Thane of Reedham, 'the merchant' as men call him.