He had taken a passage in a Norse ship from Belfast, meaning to see lands across the sea, and had bided here when he found that we could show him hunting such as he had never heard of.

The mighty aurochs still fed on our hills, and we told tales in hall when guests wondered at the great heads that were on the walls, of how this one and that had been won.

The ship had put in here to wait for wind, and of course we were glad to see her crew and hear what news they had of the greater world.
"Friend," I said, "it is hard that you should be brought to this pass." "It has been the best fight I ever knew," he answered.

"The only pity is that it has gone the wrong way.

But yonder is a grand funeral pile for the brave men who have fallen.