I must be in Jockjen this night.

Follow me if thou wilt thus far." And with that he began to stride once more forward with rapid steps, followed closely by his late adversary.
Sigurd uttered not a word, but walked with sword drawn as before, fearing nothing save to arrive too late at Niflheim.
Once, as they neared Jockjen, two other robbers rushed out from the woods as if to attack him, but when they perceived the stalwart champion who followed hasten forward and place himself beside the traveller, they refrained, and departed suddenly the way they came.
And now they were come at last to Jockjen.

But when Sigurd made as though he would enter the town, his follower hastened to overtake him, and said-- "My knight, avoid this town, for Ulf, the king, is here, and has commanded that no stranger enter it." "Is Ulf here ?" inquired Sigurd.

"They told me he was at Niflheim." The man looked strangely at him.
"My lord," said he, "you know what only a few know.

Ulf is to be at Niflheim." "When ?" demanded Sigurd.
"This night," said the man.
Sigurd answered nothing, but walked on quickly.