Jatgeir.
I know not.
King Skule.
Have you never had another skald for your friend, and has he never unfolded to you a great and noble song he thought to make?
Jatgeir.
Yes, lord.
King Skule.
Did you not then wish that you could slay him, to take his thought and make the song yourself?
Jatgeir.
My lord, I am not barren; I have children of my own; I need not to love those of other men.