When they had carried their things up from the sea, they went farther inland to search for habitations, because they thought they knew they had landed in Hjaltland. They soon found farms, and distributed themselves among them. The people were glad to see the Earl, and when he was asked about his voyage, he sang: Both my ships on beach went crashing; When the surges swept my men off, Sore afflicted by the billows Were the friends of Hjalp and Fífa. Certainly this misadventure Of the danger-seeking rovers Will not soon be quite forgotten By those who got such a wetting. The mistress of the house brought a fur cloak to the Earl, who, stretching his hands forward to receive it, and laughing, sang this ditty: Here I shake a shrunken fur coat; Surely ’tis not ornamental. All our clothes are in the ship-field, And it is too wide to seek them. Lately, all the young sea-horses Left we dressed in splendid garments, As we drove the steeds of mast-heads To the crags, across the surges. Large fires were made, and there they warmed themselves. A female servant entered shivering all over, and her words were unintelligible on account of her shiver. The Earl said he understood her: Asa! you seem quite exhausted. Atatata! ’tis the water. Hutututu! where shall I sit? By the fire—’tis rather chilly. The Earl sent twelve of his men to Einar in Gullberuvík, but he said he would not receive them unless the Earl came himself. When Earl Rögnvald heard this, he sang: Einar said he would give food to None of all the lads of Rögnvald, He himself alone excepted— (Empty words I now am talking), For I know that he, the friendly, Never failed to keep his promise. Go we in then where the fires are Burning brightly all the evening. The Earl stayed a long time in Hjaltland, and in the autumn he went south to the Orkneys, and resided in his dominions. That autumn two Hjaltlanders[373] came to him. One was named Armód, a poet; the other was Oddi the little, the son of Glúm: he made verses well. The Earl received them both as his men. The Earl had a grand Yule feast, to which he invited guests, and gave his men presents. He handed a spear, inlaid with gold, to the poet Armód, shook it at him, and told him to make a song on the spur of the moment: