Jarngrim.—The temples of the White God have taken possession of all my goods, except my horse and my hawks,—we four still journey together.
Thorolf.—Become my follower and accompany me to Eyafirth, if Kolbein the Young dies.
Jarngrim.—Kolbein the Young will not die. But to be your man, Thorolf, I care not, because you pursue your ends to excess, small means as you have. It will never end well.
Thorolf.—How can you know that, you who are ignorant of all?
Jarngrim.—An old man knows that a man's character is his destiny.
Thorolf.—Go then and serve Kolbein the Young if he lives.
Jarngrim.—Oft was I a follower of Kolbein.
Thorolf.—How may that be, then, that I know you not?
Jarngrim.—The haughty heed not though they see a sage. Most men knew me in former times, but few know me now. Small has become the number of my friends.
Thorolf.—Now I recognize you, friend. I saw you in the battle of Orlygsstad, when you stood over the corpse of Sighvat Sturluson.