He heard somewhat of our story at this time, we sitting on the after deck with him, but he said little about it then.
I suppose that we stood into the river over the falling tide for five miles or more.

Then Heidrek took to his oars, finding that he was chased in earnest, and Hakon did so likewise at once.

It was a beautiful river, wide and clear, with great, green hills on either side, and thick forests at their feet.

But never a boat on its waters, or man on its shores did we see.

Only from each hilltop the smoke of the war beacons rose and eddied.
The channel narrowed presently as we held on, going with all caution.