They then continued their journey. He bound his comrades' wounds,
none of which were mortal. They sat in the sledge,
and drove for the rest of the day.
But the Vermians who escaped took their horses,
and dragged themselves from the wood eastwards to inhabited parts.
There they got their wounds bound.
Procuring companions, they made their way to the earl,
and told him of their misadventure.
They told how both the Ulfs had fallen, twenty-five men were dead,
and but five escaped with life, and they all wounded and bruised.
The earl then asked what were the tidings of Egil and his comrades.
They answered:
'We know not for sure how much they were wounded;
but full boldly did they set on us when we were eight and they four;
then we fled.
Five reached the wood, but three perished;
yet, for all we could see, Egil and his men were as fresh as ever.'
The earl said that their journey had been as bad as could be.
'I could have been content we should have great loss of life,
had ye but slain these Northmen;
but now when they come west from the wood
and tell these tidings to Norway's king,
then may we expect from him the very hardest terms.'