"But I thought Sigurd must have fostered you; he was ever a close friend of Vemund's." I did not know why the king thought this, though the reason was at my side; so I only said that my mother had given me to Einar's keeping, and the king said no more at that time about it.
After that I gave the Jarl's messages, and the king heard them well enough, though it seemed to Einar that the weregild to be paid was over heavy, and he had bidden me tell Harald that it was so.
Therefore the king said that he would give me an answer on the morrow, and I went away into the town well pleased with his kindly way with me.
There was a feast made for me that night, and after it I must sit still and hear the scalds sing of the deeds of Harald the king, which was well enough.

But then Thiodolf rose up and sang a great saga about the winning of Sigurd's sword, wherein it seemed that I had fought the dead jarl, and bale fires, and I know not what.

He had heard strange tales from Einar's men, if they told him all that he sang.
Some men may be pleased to hear their own deeds sung of, with more added thus; but I was not used to it, and the turning of all eyes to me made me uncomfortable.

But Harald had paid no sort of heed to what they sang of him, and so I tried to look at my ease, and gave the scald a bracelet when he ended.
"Overmuch make you of that matter, scald," said I quietly.
He laughed a little, and answered: "One has to fill in what a warrior will not tell of himself." Now the men shouted when I gave Thiodolf the bracelet, and Harald looked quickly at me.

Then I thought that maybe I had overdone the gift, though Einar had ever told me that a good scald deserved good reward, and Thiodolf was well known as the best in Norway.