Kveldulf heard of his son Thorolf's death,
and so deeply grieved was he at the tidings
that he took to his bed from sorrow and age.
Skallagrim came often to him, and talked with him;
he bade him cheer up.
'Anything,' (he said) ' was more fitting than
to become worthless and lie bedridden;
better counsel is it that we seek to avenge Thorolf.
Maybe we shall come across some of those
who took part in his slaying; but if not that,
yet there will be men whom we can reach,
and thereby displease the king.'
Kveldulf sang a stave:
'Thorolf in northern isle
(O cruel Norns!) is dead:
Too soon the Thunder-god
Hath ta'en my warrior son.
Thor's heavy wrestler, age,
Holds my weak limbs from fray:
Though keen my spirit spurs,
No speedy vengeance mine.'
King Harold went that summer to Upland, and in the autumn westwards to Valres,
and as far as Vors. Aulvir Hnuf was with the king, and often spoke with him about
whether he would pay atonement for Thorolf, granting to Kveldulf and Skallagrim
money compensation, or such honour as would content them.
The king did not altogether refuse this, if father and son would come to him.
Whereupon Aulvir started northwards for the Firths, nor stayed his journey till he came one evening to these twain. They received him gratefully, and he remained there for some time.
