The King himself, after the sacrifice of a black heifer, cast the sacred twigs, and they seemed to point to Frankland.

Old Arnwulf was deputed on a certain day to hallow three ravens and take their guidance, but, though he said three times the Ravens' spell, he got no clear counsel from the wise birds.

Last of all, the weird-wife Katla came from Sigg, and for the space of three days sat in the hall with her head shrouded, taking no meat or drink.
When at last she spoke she prophesied ill.

She saw a red cloud and it descended on the heads of the warriors, yea of the King himself.

As for Hightown she saw it frozen deep in snow like Jotunheim, and rime lay on it like a place long dead.