"This," said Snorri the Priest, "that methinks thou art a well- knit, ready-handed man, but yet I guess that the best part of thy good fortune is past, and I ween thou hast now not long to live." "That is well," says Skarphedinn, "for that is a debt we all have to pay, but still it were more needful to avenge thy father than to foretell my fate in this way." "Many have said that before," says Snorri, "and I will not be angry at such words." After that they went out, and got no help there. Then they fared to the booths of the men of Skagafirth. There Hafr (1) the Wealthy had his booth. The mother of Hafr was named Thoruna, she was a daughter of Asbjorn Baldpate of Myrka, the son of Hrosbjorn. Asgrim and his band went into the booth, and Hafr sate in the midst of it, and was talking to a man. Asgrim went up to him, and bailed him well; he took it kindly, and bade him sit down. "This I would ask of thee," said Asgrim, "that thou wouldst grant me and my sons-in-law help." Hafr answered sharp and quick, and said he would have nothing to do with their troubles. "But still I must ask who that pale-faced man is before whom four men go, so ill-looking, as though he had come out of the sea-crags." "Never mind, milksop that thou art!" said Skarphedinn, "who I am, for I will dare to go forward wherever thou standest before me, and little would I fear though such striplings were in my path. 'Twere rather thy duty, too, to get back thy sister Swanlauga, whom Eydis Ironsword and his messmate Stediakoll took away out of thy house, but thou didst not dare to do aught against them." "Let us go out," said Asgrim, "there is no hope of help here." Then they went out to the booths of men of Modruvale, and asked whether Gudmund the Powerful were in the booth, but they were told he was. Then they went into the booth. There was a high seat in the midst of it, and there sate Gudmund the Powerful. Asgrim went and stood before him, and hailed him. Gudmund took his greeting well, and asked him to sit down. "I will not sit," said Asgrim, "but I wish to pray thee for help, for thou art a bold man and a mighty chief." "I will not be against thee," said Gudmund, "but if I see fit to yield thee help, we may well talk of that afterwards," and so he treated them well and kindly in every way. Asgrim thanked him for his words, and Gudmund said, "There is one man in your band at whom I have gazed for a while, and he seems to me more terrible than most men that I have seen." "Which is he?" says Asgrim. "Four go before him," says Gudmund; "dark brown is his hair, and pale is his face; tall of growth and sturdy. So quick and shifty in his manliness that I would rather have his following than that of ten other men; but yet the man is unlucky-looking."