Upon this they separated, Egil and his men going up the ridge.
But of the king's men this is to be told,
that no sooner were they and Egil out of sight of each other,
than they took their snow-shoes (which they had brought with them)
and put them on; then they retraced their way as fast as they could.
Night and day they travelled, and turned toward Upland,
thence north by the Dovre-fell,
nor stayed they till they came before king Hacon,
and told him of their journey, how it had sped.
Egil and his comrades crossed the ridge that evening.
To be brief, so soon as they left the main road and got upon the ridge,
they found deep snow, steep rocks, tangled copsewood.
Now and again in the snow the horses so plunged and lay that
they had to be pulled up out of it,
and over rocks and crags was a hard struggle.
Much ado had they with the horses;
but the walking for the men was of the heaviest,
and sorely wearied were they when they came off the ridge and saw
before them a large house, for which they made.
And when they came to the enclosure,
they saw men standing outside,
Armod and some of his household.
They exchanged words and asked each other's tidings,
and when Armod knew that they were messengers of the king,
he offered them lodging.
This they accepted.
Armod's house-carles took their horses and harness;
but the master bade Egil go into the hall, and they did so.
Armod made Egil sit in the high seat on the lower bench,
and his comrades outside him.
They spoke much of what a toilsome way they had come that evening,
but the house-carles thought it a great marvel that they
had won through it at all; it was, they said,
no road for man even were it free of snow.