Just then a big man with bushy red hair and beard stalked through the crowd. He looked straight ahead and scowled.
"There he goes," people said, and turned to look after him.
"He looked straight ahead of him and scowled"
"His hands are as red as his beard," some said, and frowned.
But others looked at him and smiled, saying:
"He walks like Thor the Fearless."
"His story would make a fine song," one said. "As strong and as brave and as red as Thor! Always in a quarrel. A man of many places—Norway, the north of Iceland, the west of Iceland, those little islands off the shore of Iceland. Outlawed from all of them on account of his quarrels. Where will he go now, I wonder?"
This Eric strode down to the shore with his men following.