Then, if they slay me, take it to Egil, Jarl Thorkel's foster brother; and if not, I can find it again.

I will not have it taken from me thus." So Thrand took it and its scabbard and hid both under his cloak, and went to where there was a patch of woodland at the foot of the hill--ash and alder growing by the marsh side--some two hundred yards off.
I closed my eyes and waited till he came back--and he was gone for some while.

Presently he came, and told me that he had hidden it under a fallen tree trunk, and that the place was dry and safe.

He found me another sword easily enough--and it was notched from point to hilt.

Its edge was not like that of Foe's Bane, but the man whose it had been had done his duty with it.