Nay, but let me have it; ’twill fit me better; you shall have five golden marks in exchange.
Bård Bratte.
Where will you find five golden marks, Skald?
Jatgeir.
I will take them from Gregorius Jonsson when we come northward.
The Men.
[All talking together.] And I will have—I will have——[The rest becomes indistinct in the hubbub.
Paul Flida.
Away! Every man to his quarters; bethink you that you are in the King’s hall.
The Men.