Rolf, the brother, helped Beorn to rise, and set him on a seat in a corner where he could rest, and then we were all silent.

The great dog came and sat by me, so that I stroked him and spoke to him, while he beat his tail on the floor in response.
"See you that," said one brother to the other.
"Aye; Vig says true, mostly." "One may trust him," said Raud; telling of how Vig the dog had made friends with me at first, and he nodded in friendly wise to me, so that I would not seem to hold aloof, and spoke to him.
"That is Jarl Hubba, surely ?" "Aye, and the best warrior in all Denmark," said Raud.

"We fear Ingvar, and we love Halfden; but Hubba is such a hero as was Ragnar himself." And once set on that matter, the two honest men were unwearied in telling tales of the valour and skill of their master, so that I had no room for my own thoughts, which was as well.
Then came a man, riding swiftly, to say that the jarls had left their hunting, and that we were to be taken to the great house.
Moreover, that Rolf and Raud were to be held answerable for our safe keeping.

When I heard that I laughed.
"I will go willingly," I said, rising up.
"What of this man who sits silent here ?" asked Rolf.
"Little trouble will be with him," said his brother.
And indeed Beorn almost needed carrying forth..