Ulf, at his bridal, unarmed, slain by traitors' hands.

Is that the chivalry ye praise?
If so, begone from my sight and reach of this arm! But 'tis no time for talk.

Without there, my arms! and saddle my horse!" "What means this!" cried all.

"Where go you, Sigurd ?" "I go to my brother," he said.
"Your brother! Ulf is eight days' sail from here!" "'Tis but five days across the forest," said the hero.
At this the ladies shrieked, and all looked on Sigurd as a man that is mad.
"The forest, said you ?" cried one.

"It swarms with wolves, Sigurd, and where the wolves are not, the robbers lurk." Sigurd smiled scornfully.