The way was cobbled, and it guided the men marching together. The war-mail shone, the bright iron rings linked hand by hand, so the battle-gear sang.
Well, my friend Unferth, besotted with beer, you have brought forth much about Breca, told tales of his venture! Yet I tell the truth, that I have proved greater in sea-strength, more of a match for the waves, than any other man.
Then in the dark of the night came the shadow-glider. The warriors were sleeping who were appointed to guard the gabled hall— all except one.
But the one who was watching with spirit enraged awaited the outcome of fighting this foe.