On the verge of the cliffs here were poised great stones, as if set to roll down on those who would try to force a passage, but they were more than man might lift.

They might have been hove here by Jotuns at play, so great were they, in truth.
Now, it was Asbiorn's plan that we should try to reach the upper end of the fjord, where the hall and village lay, in the dusk of evening, if we could do so, unseen.

Gerda knew that it was unlikely that we should be spied until we had passed higher yet; or, at least, were we seen, that none would wonder at the return of a ship which was known to be that of Heidrek.

The brown sail which had been our terror might help us here and now.
Far up its reaches the fjord branched, one arm running on toward the east, and the other, which was our course, northward.

Here, at the meeting of these branches, there was a wider stretch of water, ringed around with mountains which sloped, forest clad, to the shores, and dotted with rocky islets round which the tide swirled and eddied in the meeting of the two currents, for it was falling.
We had timed our passage well, and would wait here until we might find our way to the hall as the men were gathered for the evening meal.