Grani said to Rolf and Frodi: "Ye are my thralls; I will treat you well. What are your names?"
Rolf answered: "Rolf hight I."
"Of what father and what place?"
"A thrall," answered Rolf, "hath no father and no home."
Frodi replied in like manner.
"It is plain to see," said Sweyn, "that these two should be free men."
"Let them win their freedom, then," answered Grani.
Then a division of men was made, and Sweyn took the chapmen with him in the large ship, but Grani stayed on board the viking-ship as its master. They sailed together for the Orkney coast.
When night came Grani called Rolf and Frodi, and bade them watch by turns while he slept. "I will be a good master so long as ye serve me well."
Rolf thought Grani to be about his age, yet not so old in mind. Much pleased was Grani to own thralls. He seemed kindly, but petulant and uncertain.