Now Swanhild was mad with wrath, for she had sooner died than that this should come about.
“Let us away,” she said to Gizur. “But first kill this man.”
“Nay,” said Gizur, “I will not do that. He has told his tidings; let him go free.”
“Thou art chicken-hearted,” said Swanhild, who, after the fashion of witches, had no mercy in her. “At the least, he shall not go hence to warn Eric and Gudruda of our coming. If thou wilt not kill him, then bind him and leave him.”
So Jon was bound, and there in the booth he sat two days before anyone came to loose him.
“Whither away?” said Gizur to Swanhild.
“To Middalhof first,” Swanhild answered.
CHAPTER XXIX
HOW WENT THE BRIDAL NIGHT
Now Eric and Gudruda sat silent in the high seat of the hall at Middalhof till they heard Skallagrim enter by the women’s door. Then they came down from the high seat, and stood hand in hand by the fire on the hearth. Skallagrim greeted Gudruda, looking at her askance, for Skallagrim stood in fear of women alone.
“What counsel now, lord?” said the Baresark.