It was a heavy ring, silver gilt, and of good design, that I took from the same viking whose sword I gave to Sigurd.
"Overpaid am I," the scald said, putting it on his arm.
"You are the first who has ever sung of me," I answered; "and the voice and tune were wonderful, if the saga was too strong for me." Then Harald smiled again, and praised Thiodolf also, and I thought no more of the matter.

The feast was pleasant enough in the hall, full of Harald's best men and chiefs, though it seemed strange to sit as a guest in Einar's house.
Now on the next morning I was to speak with the king about Einar's business, and I went to him unarmed, as was right, save for helm and Sigurd's sword.

He was in the jarl's own chamber, and with him were Thiodolf and a young scald named Harek, who sat with things for writing before him, which was what I had never seen before.
We talked for some time, and all went well for peace; but one more message was to go and come between the king and Einar, and so I said I would sail at once.
"Not so much need for haste but that you can bide here for a day or two," Harald said.

"I will not have you complain of my hospitality hereafter.

And Thiodolf and Harek here want to learn more about Sigurd's sword and its winning." "If I tell them the truth, I shall spoil their saga, lord king!" I said, laughing.
"Trust the scalds to mind you do not," he answered.