Then the winter passed on with severe storms, and ships were wrecked on Cragness rocks, but no men reached shore. And Einar envied the more the riches that came to Hiarandi from the wrecks, in firewood, timber, and merchandise. And once a whale came ashore, and that was great fortune. But one evening, as those at Cragness sat within the hall, Asdis came and stood beside her husband, and said, "Listen to the wind."
"There is no need to listen," said Hiarandi. "The wind howls for a storm, and this night will be bad."
Then Thurid the bondservant, who sat by the fire, looked up and said, "Ships are off the land."
"Hearest thou that?" asked Asdis in a low voice. "The woman is strange, but she forecasts well."
"Aye," answered Hiarandi, "it is likely that ships will be on the rocks by morning.
"Now," asked Asdis, "dost thou remember the time thou camest ashore, these many years ago?"
"How should I forget it?" responded Hiarandi.
"But no one can rush into the water here," said Asdis, "to save those who are wrecked."
"That is true," quoth Hiarandi. "I am sorry for the mariners, yet how is one to help?"
Then the bondservant raised her head and sang this song: