The messengers went away, and when they came to the king
told him all that Kveldulf had said before them.
Whereat the king looked sullen, but he spoke little; these men,
he said, were proud, or what were they aiming at?
Aulvir Hnuf was standing near, and he bade the king not be wroth.
“I will go,' said he, 'to Kveldulf; and he will consent to
come to you, as soon as he knows that you think it a matter of moment.”

So Aulvir went to Kveldulf and told him that the king was wroth,
and it would not go well unless one of the two, father or son,
came to the king; he said, too, that he would get them great
honour from the king if they would but pay homage.
Further he told them at length, as was true, that the king was
liberal to his men both in money and in honours.

 Kveldulf said,
“My foreboding is that I and my sons shall get no luck from this king:
and I will not go to him. But if Thorolf returns this summer,
he will be easily won to this journey, as also to be made the king's man.
Say you this to the king, that I will be his friend, and will keep to his
friendship all who heed my words; I will also hold the same rule and
authority from his hand that I held before from the former king,
if he will that it continue so still, and I will see how I and the king agree.”

Then Aulvir went back and told the king that Kveldulf would send him his son,
and he (said Aulvir) would suit better; but he was not then at home.
The king let the matter rest. In the summer he went inland to Sogn,
but in autumn made ready to go northwards to Throndheim.