Costly stuffs were on the floor, and mail and helms and more weapons.

Gold work there was also, and in one corner lay the dried-up body of a great wolf hound, coiled as in sleep where it had been chained.

Another had been tied by the passage doorway, where I had stepped on it; and below a spar that stood across a corner lay a tumbled heap of feathers that had been a falcon.
Many more things there were maybe, but this I saw at last--that the jarl's right foot rested on the skull of a man whose teeth had been long and tusk-like.

It was the head of the Scot whose teeth had been his death.
Now the sword drew my eyes, for Einar bade me ask for it, else I think I had gone softly hence without a word, so peaceful seemed the dead.

And as I looked again, I saw that the hand holding the hilt was dry and brown and shrunken, so that one might see all the bones through the skin, and at first I was afraid to ask.
At last I said, and my mouth was dry: "Jarl Einar, your brother, bids me ask for sword Helmbiter, great Sigurd.