When, in spring-time, o’er the waters Ye go homeward to the Orkneys, Tell the lady whom I most love— Lady of the splendid garments— That, beneath the castle ramparts, There was none who stepped more boldly ’Mong the young men than her lover. Then the Earl and Sigmund prepared to force their way into the castle, and meeting with little resistance, they entered it, and many were killed; but those that surrendered to the Earl received quarter. They obtained a great deal of property, but did not find the chief, and almost no treasure. There was a great discussion about the escape of Gudifrey, and how he had effected it; and they soon suspected Eindridi Ungi that he had given him the means of escaping, and that he had followed the smoke, and thus gained the forest. After this Earl Rögnvald and his men stayed a short time in Galicialand, and directed their course along the west of Spain. They plundered far and wide in heathen Spainland,[378] and obtained great booty. They went into a certain village, but the villagers ran together and offered fight. They made a stout resistance, but fled at last, when many of them had been killed. The Earl sang: When in Spainland I went fighting, Quickly we o’erthrew the foemen, For, when tired of our hard hewing, Home they ran to see their sweethearts: All the land was strewed with corpses. Our deeds in song shall now be famous; And my hope is, to be worthy Of the lovely Ermingerda. Then they sailed along the west of Spain, and were overtaken by a gale. There they lay at anchor three days, and great waves broke over them, so that the vessels nearly foundered. Then the Earl sang: Here I’m storm-tossed, but undaunted, While the cables hold together, And the tackle of the vessel Breaks not, as she breasts the billows; I am promised to the fair one Whom we left out in the North-land; Now again there comes a fair wind; Speed we on into the channel. Then they set sail, and ran into Njörfasund[379] with a fair wind, and Oddi sang: When the faithful friend of heroes, In the guest-hall sweet mead quaffing, Sat beside the fair ring-giver, That was a week to be remembered. Now the splendid steeds of billows Bear the noble-minded Rögnvald And his warriors, wearing bucklers, Quickly through the Sound of Njörfi. When they were tacking into the Sound, the Earl sang: