VI
BUT WHEN Fridthjof and his men had gotten out of Sogn-Fjord there fell upon them a violent storm and a great tempest, and the sea rolled heavily. The ship sped on swiftly, for it glided smoothly over the waters, and had an excellent form for breasting the sea. Sang Fridthjof then:
My tarred horse of the sea
I let swim out of Sogn,
While the maids were drinking mead
In the midst of Baldershage.
The tempest now increases,
Farewell, my brides, I bid you,
Who have a mind to love us.
Though Ellide should be filled.
Said Bjorn: It would be well if you could find something else to do than to sing about the maids of Baldershage. Made answer Fridthjof: My songs will not give out so soon, though. Then they were driven northward to the sounds near the islands called the Solunds. And now
