The woman sat knitting, and for a long time neither spoke, only glancing across at each other from time to time.
The widow was not altogether pleased with this visit. She was at a loss to think what Ørlygur à Borg could have to say to her daughter, but as he did not speak, she was not inclined to ask him. Also, she remembered her promise to Guest the One-eyed the day before.
They sat thus all day, exchanging only an occasional word. Once the widow went out and made some coffee, which they drank in silence.
At length she remarked:
“You are very patient to wait so long.”
“Yes,” he replied.
A little later she brought him some food and a drink of milk. She herself had eaten her meal in the larder, as was her wont. While he ate, she sat with her knitting, glancing at her guest now and again.
“Bagga must soon be here.”
Ørlygur nodded.
The widow pointed to the bookshelf. “You might take a book, if you care to, and pass the time. You must be tired of waiting.”