There was a paddle still in it, and a bow net set on hoops, such as we were wont to use for eels and tench.
"Here is how Gunnhild might find food," I thought, but it was not likely.
Ottar stood and looked into it with me, but the king had walked on.
Now it grew darker as we followed him, and Ottar tripped and fell, and I lost him, though I could hear him close behind me as he broke a branch now and then in passing.
The king stayed in a clear place that I remembered well.

Great trees stood round, and it was pleasant to sit there and look out over the water on a summers noonday.
"Where is Ottar ?" he said, when I stood by him.
"Close behind me.

I heard him even now," I answered.

"Let us go back, my king.

There is nought here." "Aye, we will go back now," he said.