"Let us go then," says Hauskuld, "to Gunner's booth, and pay down the money out of hand." That was told to Gunnar, and he went out into the doorway of the booth, and Hauskuld said—
"Now it is thine to take the money."
Gunnar said—
"Pay it down, then, for I am ready to take it."
So they paid down the money truly out of hand, and then Hauskuld said—"Enjoy it now, as thou hast gotten it". Then Gunnar sang another stave—
Men who wield the blade of battle
Hoarded wealth may well enjoy,
Guileless gotten this at least,
Golden meed I fearless take;
But if we for woman's quarrel,
Warriors born to brandish sword,
Glut the wolf with manly gore,
Worse the lot of both would be.
Hrut answered—"Ill will be thy meed for this".
"Be that as it may," says Gunnar.
Then Hauskuld and his brother went home to their booth, and he had much upon his mind, and said to Hrut—
"Will this unfairness of Gunnar's never be avenged?"