Now Hallbiorn's house-carles ride full fast, _So many times over comes summer again_, Till many a mile of way is past. _What healing in summer if winter be vain?_ But when they came over Oxridges, 'Twas, "Where shall we give our horses ease?" When Shieldbroad-side was well in sight, 'Twas, "Where shall we lay our heads to-night?" Hallbiorn turned and raised his head; "Under the stones of the waste," he said. Quoth one, "The clatter of hoofs anigh." Quoth the other, "Spears against the sky!" "Hither ride men from the Wells apace; Spur we fast to a kindlier place." Down from his horse leapt Hallbiorn straight: "Why should the supper of Odin wait? Weary and chased I will not come To the table of my fathers' home." With that came Snæbiorn, who but he, And twelve in all was his company. Snæbiorn's folk were on their feet; He spake no word as they did meet. They fought upon the northern hill: Five are the howes men see there still. Three men of Snæbiorn's fell to earth And Hallbiorn's twain that were of worth. And never a word did Snæbiorn say, Till Hallbiorn's foot he smote away. Then Hallbiorn cried: "Come, fellow of mine, To the southern bent where the sun doth shine." Tottering into the sun he went, And slew two more upon the bent. And on the bent where dead he lay Three howes do men behold to-day. And never a word spake Snæbiorn yet, Till in his saddle he was set. Nor was there any heard his voice, _So many times over comes summer again_ Till he came to his ship in Grimsar-oyce. _What healing in summer if winter be vain?_