"Well, make your choice.

The other choice is death, of course.

I can leave no one to say that I am collecting goods from this shore." "Kill me, then," said Dalfin, while I made no answer.
Two of our men cried that they would join him, and their bonds were cut by Heidrek's followers.

One of them set himself by my side and spoke to me at once.
"There are worse things than going on the Viking path, Malcolm, son of my jarl," he said earnestly.

"Blame me not." I turned my head from him.