Then Egil said:
'We will now turn back to the farm, and act in warlike-wise,
slaying all the men we can, and taking all
the booty we can come by.'
They went to the farm, rushed into the house,
and slew there fifteen or sixteen men.
Some escaped by running away.
They plundered the place,
destroying what they could not take with them.
The cattle they drove to the shore and slaughtered,
putting on board as much as the boat would hold;
then they rowed out by the sound between the islands.
Egil was now furious,
so that there was no speaking with him.
He sat at the boat's helm.

And when they got further out in the firth
towards Herdla, then came rowing out
towards them Rognvald the king's son with
twelve more on the painted pinnace.
They had now learnt that Egil's ship lay in
Herdla-water, and they meant to take to
Onund news of Egil's whereabouts.
And when Egil saw the boat, he knew it at once.
Straight for it he steered; and when the boats came together,
the beak of the cutter struck the side of the pinnace's bow,
which so heeled over that the water poured in on one side and the boat filled.
Egil leapt aboard, grasping his halberd, and cried to his men to let no one in the pinnace escape with life.
This was easy, for there was no defence.
All were slain as they swam, none escaped.
Thirteen there perished, Rognvald and his comrades.
Then Egil and his men rowed to Herdla island,
and Egil sang a stave:

'I fought, nor feared vengeance;
Falchion there reddened
Blood of son of Bloodaxe,
Bold king, and his queen.
Perish'd on one pinnace
Prince with twelve his liege-men,
Such stress of stern battle
Against them I stirred.'