The owner of that farm was a powerful and wealthy man;
he had a son grown up.
Now they debated what they should do with their prisoners.
The goodman said that he thought this were best counsel,
to kill them one on the heels of another.
His son said that the darkness of night was now closing in,
and no sport was thus gotten by their torture;
he bade them be let bide till the morning.
So they were thrust into a room and strongly bound.
Egil was bound hand and foot to a post.
Then the room was strongly locked,
and the Courlanders went into the dining-hall,
ate, drank, and were merry.