But as the evening wore on, many of Aulvir's companions became helpless.
Some remained in the room, though sick, some went out of doors.
Bard busily plied them with drink.
Then Egil took the horn which Bard had offered to Aulvir, and drank it off.
Bard said that Egil was very thirsty, and brought him at once the horn again filled,
and bade him drink it off. Egil took the horn, and recited a stave:

'Wizard-worshipper of cairns!
Want of ale thou couldst allege,
Here at spirits' holy feast.
False deceiver thee I find.
Stranger guests thou didst beguile,
Cloaking thus thy churlish greed.
Bard, a niggard base art thou,
Treacherous trick on such to play.'