Skallagrim went his way with his comrades till he reached home;
he then told Kveldulf of this journey.
Kveldulf showed him well pleased that Skallagrim had not gone
to the king on this errand to take service under him;
he still said, as before, that from the king they would get only loss and no amends.
Kveldulf and Skallagrim spoke often of their plans, and on this they were agreed,
that they would not be able to remain in the land any more than other men
who were at enmity with the king, but their counsel must be to go abroad.
And it seemed to them desirable to seek Iceland,
for good reports were given about choice of land there.
Already friends and acquaintances of theirs had gone thither—to wit,
Ingolf Arnarson, and his companions—and had taken to them land and homestead in Iceland. Men might take land there free of cost, and choose their homestead at will.
So they quite settled to break up their household and go abroad.
Thorir Hroaldson had in his childhood been fostered with Kveldulf,
and he and Skallagrim were about of an age, and as foster-brothers were dear friends.
Thorir had become a baron of the king's at the time when the events just told happened,
but the friendship between him and Skallagrim continued.
Early in the spring Kveldulf and his company made ready their ships.
They had plenty of good craft to choose from; they made ready two large ships of burden,
and took in each thirty able-bodied men, besides women and children.
All the movable goods that they could carry they took with them,
but their lands none dared buy, for fear of the king's power.
And when they were ready, they sailed away: first to the islands called Solundir,
which are many and large, and so scored with bays that few men (it is said)
know all their havens.
