Egil said to the maiden:
'Why weep you, maiden?
I never see you cheerful.'
She could not answer,
but wept the more.
Fridgeir now said to his mother aloud:
'I will not now ask this.
They are even now ready for their journey.'
Then Gyda went to Egil and said:
'I will tell you, Egil,
how things stand here with us.
There is a man named Ljot the Pale.
He is a Berserk and a duellist; he is hated.
He came here and asked my daughter to wife;
but we answered at once, refusing the match.
Whereupon he challenged my son
Fridgeir to wager of battle;
and he has to go to-morrow to this
combat on the island called Vors.
Now I wished,
Egil, that you should go to the combat with Fridgeir.
It would soon be shown if Arinbjorn were here in the land,
that we should not endure the overbearing
of such a fellow as is Ljot.'
Egil said:
"Tis but my bounden duty, lady,
 for the sake of Arinbjorn thy kinsman that I go,
if Fridgeir thinks this any help to him.'
'Herein you do well,' said Gyda.
'So we will go back into the hall,
and be all together for the whole day.'