With that Egil threw down the horn,
but gripped his sword and drew;
it was dark in the room.
He thrust Bard right through
the middle with the sword,
so that the point went out at the back.
Bard fell dead,
the blood welling from the wound.
Aulvir fell too, vomiting.
Then Egil dashed out of the room;
it was pitch dark outside.
Egil at once ran off from the buildings.
But in the entrance-room it was now seen
that Bard and Aulvir were fallen.

Then came the king,
and bade them bring light;
whereupon they saw what had happened,
that Aulvir lay there senseless;
but Bard was slain,
and the floor all streaming with blood.
Then the king asked where was that big
man who had drunk most that evening.
Men said that he had gone out.
'Seek him,' said the king,
'and bring him to me.'