Ulf said, “Art thou certainly Thorkel’s son? Wilt thou now take thy life and peace?”
“That depends,” replied the Dane, “upon who it is that offers it.”
“He offers who has the power to give it—Ulf of Romsdal.”
“I will take it,” says he, “from Ulf’s hands.”
Upon that the rope was loosed from his feet, but Swart, whose vengeance was still unsatisfied, exclaimed—
“Although thou shouldst give all these men life and peace, King Ulf, yet will I not suffer Einar to depart from this place with life.”
So saying he ran at him with uplifted axe, but one of the viking prisoners threw himself before Swart’s feet, so that he tumbled over him, and the axe fell at the feet of a viking named Gills. Gills caught the axe and gave Swart his death-wound.
Then said Ulf, “Gills, wilt thou accept life?”
“That will I,” said he, “if thou wilt give it to all of us.”
“Loose them from the rope,” said Ulf.