Now I must take service with you, if you will have me." It seemed to me that I was making friends with one hand and enemies with the other, and that last rather more quickly than was well.

So I laughed, and answered: "I suppose that if I have a scald of my own, King Harald will blame me for overmuch kingship.

However, he is angry enough already, and maybe a good friend will balance that to me.

So if you will indeed cast in your lot with me, I am glad!" So I took his hand, and more than friends have he and I been from that day forward.
Now, when I looked at Harald's strangely-given gifts, I had reason to say that he was open handed.

The chest held two mail shirts, one of steel rings, gold ornamented and fastened, and the other of scales on deerskin, both fit for a king.