Then permission was given, and the spoil of the vikings was spread out there before the dais; there were fine things of many kinds. But Rolf put the gold and silver by, and took only a cloak. Then said Grani: "Choose again."
Rolf took a belt.
"Choose again," repeated Grani.
Rolf took a short sword.
"Choose yet again!" cried Grani. But Rolf would take nothing more, and Frodi took naught but a cloak and a whittle. "A strange pair are ye," quoth Grani.
But Ar called them to him and asked them why they had chosen so little.
"We take only our own," answered Rolf.
"Sea-worn cloaks and weapons," said Ar, "are they dear to ye?"
"His mother," said Frodi, "made me my cloak, but the whittle belonged to my father."
"And thy things," asked Ar of Rolf. "Who gave them to thee?"