"It is Odin who chases the wraith of Arnkel hence." But Phelim looked up to where against the dark cliff the cross stood out bright above the hall.
"If it is Odin," he said, "he flies before the might of yonder sign.

This place is his no longer." The others did not heed him, but I would that what he said was the very truth.

I had ever heard that one who died as did Arnkel was the quarry of Odin's hunters for evermore, and the sounds scared me.
The clamour of that wild hunt died away, and we breathed more freely.

Soon the wild lights burned up across the north again, and then Bertric spoke.
"Sink yonder thing in the fjord, Asbiorn.

Gerda should not see it thus." Therewith we went back to the guest hall, and there was naught to disturb the quiet of the night.