"Perhaps brown faces are looking at us now from behind the trees in the woods back there," said Biarni.
It was the wish of all to go home. So after a few days they sailed back to Greenland with good weather all the way. The people at Eric's house were very glad to see them.
"We were afraid you had died," they said.
"And I thought once that we should never leave Wineland alive," Thorfinn answered.
"I wonder why I had no such bad luck," Leif said. "But you have a better shipload than I got."
He was looking at the bundles of furs and the kegs of wine.
"Yes," said Thorfinn, "we have come back richer than when we left. But I will never go again for all the skins in the woods."
The next summer Thorfinn took Gudrid and Snorri and all his people and sailed back to Iceland, his home. There he lived until he died. People looked at him in wonder.
"That is the man who went to Wineland and fought with wild men," they said. "Snorri is his son. He is the first and last Winelander, for no one will ever go there again. It will be an empty and forgotten land."