"This axe I had in my hand when I leapt twelve ells across Markfleet, and slew Thrain Sigfus' son, and eight of them stood before me, and none of them could touch me. Never have I aimed weapon at man that I have not smitten him."
And with that he tore himself from his brothers, and Kari his brother-in-law, and strode forward to Thorkel.
Then Skarphedinn said—
"Now, Thorkel foulmouth, do one of these two things: sheathe thy sword and sit thee down, or I drive the axe into thy head and cleave thee down to the chine."
Then Thorkel sate him down and sheathed the sword, and such a thing never happened to him either before or since.
Then Asgrim and his band go out, and Skarphedinn said—
"Whither shall we now go?"
"Home to out booths," answered Asgrim.
"Then we fare hack to our booths wearied of begging," says Skarphedinn.
"In many places," said Asgrim, "hast thou been rather sharp-tongued, but here now, in what Thorkel had a share methinks thou hast only treated him as is fitting."