One of his henchmen, Eyvind Finnson (_i.e._ Skaldaspillir, the poet), took a hat, and put it over the king's helmet.

Now, among the hostile first leaders were two uncles of the Ericsons, brothers of Gunhild, great champions both; Skreya, the elder of them, on the disappearance of the glittering helmet, shouted boastfully, 'Does the king of the Norsemen hide himself, then, or has he fled?
Where now is the golden helmet ?' And so saying, Skreya, and his brother Alf with him, pushed on like fools or madmen.

The king said, 'Come on in that way, and you shall find the king of the Norsemen.'" And in a short space of time braggart Skreya did come up, swinging his sword, and made a cut at the king; but Thoralf the Strong, an Icelander, who fought at the king's side, dashed his shield so hard against Skreya, that he tottered with the shock.

On the same instant the king takes his sword "quernbiter" (able to cut _querns_ or millstones) with both hands, and hews Skreya through helm and head, cleaving him down to the shoulders.

Thoralf also slew Alf.