He promised to do all that he might towards making a good warrior and seaman of me; and he was ever thereafter as a foster father to me, for my own had died in the hall with Vemund.

It was his wish to make amends thus, if he could, for the loss his folk had caused me.
Of the next five years I need speak little, for in them I learned the viking's craft well.

We won the Orkneys from those who held them, and my first fight was in Einar's ship, against two of the viking's vessels.

After that we dwelt in Sigurd's great house in Kirkwall, and made many raids on the Sutherland and Caithness shores.

I saw some hard fighting there, for the Scots are no babes at weapon play.
Then when I was nineteen, and a good leader, as they said, the words that my mother spoke to Jarl Rognvald came true, and he died even as he had slain my father.
For Halfdan and Gudrod, Harald Fairhair's sons, deeming that the Jarl stood in their way to power in Norway, burned him in his hall by night, and so my feud was at an end.