Here got I.
—One gray cloak,
One winter's meat,
Be given Einar
Ere he die!"
So she went out into the storm. Now the moon had clouded again, and snow fell thickly, a blinding squall; so the old woman was bewildered, and very cold. She found herself a place by a rock, and sat there, singing verses, until at last she fell asleep.
But while all were admiring the bow in the hall, Helga came to the door of the locked bed, and took away the brace that closed it, and cast in a knife, and shut up the door again. Rolf and Frodi saw; and they conceived this plan, that Rolf should hold the knife in his hands, and Frodi should rub his bonds thereagainst. Then that was done, and they freed themselves.
"Yet we are not out of the hall," said Frodi, "and with helping Grani the place will be awake all night."
"Now remember the prophecy which I coined," answered Rolf. "Look here and hold thy peace."
And he showed Frodi how a panel in the wall might be taken out, so that the way was free.