More than half the men in the hall jumped to their feet and waved their drinking-horns and shouted:

      "I! I!"

      Eric sat down in his chair and laughed.

      "O you bloody birds of battle!" he cried. "Ever hungry for new frolic! Our swords are sisters in blood, and we are brothers in adventure. Do you know what is in my heart to do?"

      He jumped to his feet, and his face glowed. Then he laughed as he looked at his men.

      "I see the answer flashing from your eyes," he said, "that you will do it even if it is to go down to Niflheim and drag up Hela, the pale queen of the stiff dead."

      His men pounded on the tables and shouted:

      "Yes! Yes! Anywhere behind Eric!"

      "But it is not to Niflheim," Eric laughed. "Did you ever hear that story that Gunnbiorn told? He was sailing for Iceland, but the fog came down, and then the wind caught him and blew him far off. While he drifted about he saw a strange land that rose up white and shining out of a blue sea. Huge ships of ice sailed out from it and met him. I mean to sail to that land."

      A great shout went up that shook the rafters. Then the men sat and talked over plans. While they sat, a stranger came into the hall.

      "I have no time to drink," he said. "I have a message from your friend Eyjolf. He says that Thorgest with all his men means to come here and catch you to-night. Eyjolf bids you come to him, and he will hide you until you are ready to start; for he loves you."

      "Hunted like a wolf from corner to corner of the world!" Eric cried angrily. "Will they not even let me finish one feast?"

      Then he laughed.

      "But if I take my sport like a wolf, I must be hunted like one. So we shall sleep to-night in the woods about Eyjolf's house, comrades, instead of in these good beds. Well, we have done it before."

      "And it is no bad place," cried some of the men.

      "I always liked the stars better than a smoky house fire," said one.

      "Can no bad fortune spoil your good nature?" laughed Eric. "But now we are off. Let every man carry what he can."

      So they quickly loaded themselves with clothes and gold and swords and spears and kettles of food. Eric led his wife Thorhild and his two young sons, Thorstein and Leif. All together they got into the boat and went to Eyjolf's farm. For a week or more they stayed in his woods, sometimes in a secret cave of his when they knew that Thorgest was about. And sometimes Eyjolf sent and said:

      "Thorgest is off. Come to my house for a feast."

      All this time they were making ready for the voyage, repairing the ship and filling it with stores. Word of what Eric meant to do got out, and men laughed and said:

      "Is that not like Eric? What will he not do?"

      Some men liked the sound of it, and they came to Eric and said:

      "We will go with you to this strange land."

      So all were ready and they pushed off with Eric's family aboard and those friends who had joined him. They took horses and cattle with them, and all kinds of tools and food.

      "I do not well know where this land is," Eric said. "Gunnbiorn said only that he sailed east when he came home to Iceland. So I will steer straight west. We shall surely find something. I do not know, either, how long we must go."

      So they sailed that strange ocean, never dreaming what might be ahead of them. They found no islands to rest on. They met heavy fogs.

      One day as Eric sat in the pilot's seat, he said:

      "I think that I see one of Gunnbiorn's ships of ice. Shall we sail up to her and see what kind of a craft she is?"

      "Yes," shouted his men.

      So they went on toward it.

      "It sends out a cold breath," said one of the men.

      They all wrapped their cloaks about them.

      "It