"But Ottar is before me." "Listen," I said, "the scald is behind us.

I lost him in the dark." "Nay, but I heard him in front of me even as you came," the king said.
And when we stood still we could hear the scald where I thought; but also we heard footsteps and breaking branches before us.
We could see anything that was not in shadow pretty plainly; and now Olaf whispered to me: "Someone is forward, and coming nearer.

Get your sword loose." At that there came a cry like the moor hen's from the thicket before us, and in a moment, with a great shout and crashing, there broke out on us many men, and I was down and held fast before I could draw on them.

I saw Olaf draw the long dagger that hung ready to his right hand, and smite backwards over his shoulder in the face of a man who was pinioning him from behind, and the man shrieked and reeled backward into the bushes, hands to face.

And then Olaf cried, "We are beset," and was borne down.
Then the men tied us roughly with belts, and stood round us.
I looked every moment to see the rush of Ottar into the midst, sword in hand; and saw that it would go hard with him, for all the men were armed, and some wore mail that rattled as they moved.