As we carry up our bucklers
Gaily to the gates of Acre
On this joyful Friday morning.
They stayed in Akursborg for a while, and a disease broke out among their men, of which many died. Thorbiörn Svarti died there. Oddi Litli sang:
Bravely bore the Baron’s vessels
Thorbiörn Svarti, scald and comrade,
As he trod the sea-king’s highway,
Round by Thrasness, south to Acre.
There I saw them heap the grave-mould
Of the High Church o’er the King’s friend.