But Thorir and the rest went to sacrifice,
and a very great multitude was there,
and there was much drinking.
Thorolf went with Thorir wheresoever he went,
and they never were apart day or night.
Eyvind told Gunnhilda that he could
get no chance at Thorolf.
She bade him then slay some one
of Thorolf's men rather than let everything fail.
It chanced one evening,
when the king had gone to rest,
as had also Thorir and Thorolf,
but Thorfid and Thorvald still sate up,
that the two brothers Eyvind and
Alf came and sat down by them,
and were very merry.
First they drank as one drinking-party;
but presently it came to this,
that each should drink half a horn,
Eyvind and Thorvald being paired together to drink,
and Alf and Thorfid.
Now as the evening wore on there was unfair drinking;
next followed bandying of words,
then insulting language.
Then Eyvind jumped up, drew a sword,
and thrust at Thorvald,
dealing him a wound that was his death.
Whereupon up jumped on either side
the king's men and Thorir's house-carles.
But men were all weaponless in there,
because it was sanctuary.
Men went between and parted them who were most furious;
nor did anything more happen that evening.