Snorri looked upon Einar, who was pale with fear. "Now," said Snorri, "what of that bow which, if shooting here at this boundary may cost thee thy life, is mayhap the greater danger to thee of the two?"
Einar answered nothing.
"Come," says Snorri, "do this if thou wouldst avoid all evil: cast this bill and that bow into the sea."
Now the crone rose up again, and she sang this song:
"Bring ye here those weapons forth.
Lay them crossing, east and north,
Here upon the fateful ground
Where death Hiarandi found.
Over them make ye the sign
Of the church, with holy wine.