Hence the hideous sight of my slashed countenance, the blood-spurts in the ugly wound.

Yet the bringer of horrors did it not unscathed; for soon I cut off his head with my steel, and impaled his guilty carcase with a stake.
"Why stand ye aghast who see me colourless?
Surely every live man fades among the dead." Frode had by this taken his fleet over to Halogaland; and here, in order to learn the numbers of his host, which seemed to surpass all bounds and measure that could be counted, he ordered his soldiers to pile up a hill, one stone being cast upon the heap for each man.

The enemy also pursued the same method of numbering their host, and the hills are still to be seen to convince the visitor.

Here Frode joined battle with the Norwegians, and the day was bloody.

At nightfall both sides determined to retreat.