Loudly, like the foreign people.
I suppose the prince’s brother,
When upset, looked rather rueful.
Black the mud that on the ground is
In Imbol, as Erling knoweth.
Some time after, it happened that they came from the town very drunk, and Jón Fót was missed by his men, and no one else was missing. They sent immediately to the other ships to search for him, but he was not found. They could not search for him on shore during the night; but in the morning, when it was daylight, they found him murdered under the wall of the town; but it was never known who had slain him. They buried him honourably at a holy church, and then they went away, and came north to Ægisness,[[384]] and there they waited some nights for a fair wind to sail to Mikligard. They made their ships look splendidly, and sailed with great pomp, as they knew Sigurd Jorsalafari had done. While they were crossing the sea northward the Earl sang this song:
Let us ride the sea-king’s horses,
Leave the plough in field untouched.
As we drive the wet prows onward
All the way to Mikligard.