Maybe that is best for you, for here shall I bide in peace in Orkney; and that is not a life for a king's son--to sit at a jarl's table in idleness, or fight petty fights for scatt withholden and the like.

Better for you the wide seas and the lands where you may make a name, and maybe a kingdom, for yourself.

Yet I shall miss you sorely." So he said, and I knew that he was right.

Maybe the spirit of the sword I had won got hold of me, as they say will happen; for I had waxed restless of late, and I had tried to keep it from Einar.

Now I hated myself for it, seeing at hand what I had longed for.
So he went north to meet Harald, and of our parting I will not say more.