Much provision was needed for this farm, and Thorir had gone to Eyrar for this,
to buy a cargo, malt, wheat, and honey;
and much wealth of the king's had he for that end. Thorolf made for this ship,
and offered Thorir and his crew the choice to defend themselves, but,
as they had no force to make defence against such numbers, they yielded.
The ship with all its freight Thorolf took, but Thorir he put out on an island.

Then he sailed northwards along the coast with both the ships;
but when they came to the mouth of the Elbe, they lay there and waited for night.
And when it was dark, they rowed their long-ship up the river and stood in for the
farmbuildings belonging to Hallvard and Sigtrygg.
They came there before daybreak, and formed a ring of men round the place,
then raised a war-whoop and wakened those within,
who quickly leapt up to their weapons. Thorgeir at once fled from his bedchamber.
Round the farmhouse were high wooden palings: at these Thorgeir leapt,
grasping with his hand the stakes, and so swung himself out of the yard.
Thorgils Yeller was standing near; he made a sweep with his sword at Thorgeir,
and cut off his hand along with the fence-stake. Then Thorgeir escaped to the wood,
but Thord, his brother, fell slain there, and more than twenty men.
Thorolf's band plundered and burnt the house, then went back down the river to the sea.

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