So fire was set to the room, and it soon caught,
because the wood was dry and the walls tarred
and the roof thatched with birch-bark.
Thorolf bade his men break up the wainscoting
and get gable-beams,
and so burst through the planking;
and when they got the beams,
then as many men as could hold on to it took one beam,
and they rammed at the corner with the other beamend
so hard that the clasps flew out,
and the walls started asunder, and there was a wide outlet.
First went out Thorolf, then Thorgils Yeller,
then the rest one after another.
Fierce then was the fight;
nor for awhile could it be seen which had the better of it,
for the room guarded the rear of Thorolf's force.
The king lost many men before the room began to burn;
then the fire attacked Thorolf's side, and many of them fell.
Now Thorolf bounded forwards and hewed on either hand;
small need to bind the wounds of those who encountered him.
He made for where the king's standard was,
and at this moment fell Thorgils Yeller.
But when Thorolf reached the shield-wall,
he pierced with a stroke the standard-bearer, crying,
'Now am I but three feet short of my aim.
' Then bore at him both sword and spear;
but the king himself dealt him his death-wound,
and he fell forward at the king's feet.
The king called out then,
and bade them cease further slaughter; and they did so.