Friends, swear to me that Steinar shall lie on Odin's altar, Steinar, the bride-thief, Seiner the traitor.

Swear it, for I do not trust this brother of mine, who has woman's milk in his breasts.

By Thor, he might spare him if he had his way.

Swear it, or I'll haunt your beds o' nights and bring the other heroes with me.

Swift now, while my ears are open." Then from both ships rose the cry of "We swear! Fear not, Ragnar, we swear." "That's well," said Ragnar.