Sveinungi. What did he want here?
Indridi. He got a cup of milk.
Sveinungi (to Ljot). It seemed to me he was talking to you. What have you there?
Ljot. He gave me a bird's skin.
Sveinungi. Pshaw! You should have made him keep it himself.
Ljot. There was no harm meant.
Sveinungi. Einar could have brought you down one just like it, if you had cared for it. Why are you blushing so?
Ljot. I did not think you would be so angry because I took the bird's skin.
Sveinungi. I can't bear him, that stone-picker! He roves from place to place like a tramp. Let him dare to set his nets for you! Give me the creature, and I'll hand it back to him next time he comes; for he's sure to come.
Ljot. I can burn it myself, if you grudge me the keeping it. Goes in.