And in Snowland and the ports of the Isles this Othere had heard talk from others of a fine land beyond the sunset, where corn grew unsown like grass, and the capes looked like crusted cow-pats they were so thick with deer, and the dew of the night was honey-dew, so that of a morning a man might breakfast delicately off the face of the meadows.
Full of such marvels, Biorn sought Leif and poured out his heart to him.
For the first time he spoke of the weird-wife's spaeing.

If his fortune lay in the west, there was the goal to seek.

He would find the happy country and reign over it.

But Leif shook his head, for he had heard the story before.

"To get there you will have to ride over Bilrost, the Rainbow Bridge, like the Gods.