These were the first who came into our land, but they were not to be the last.
I had seen Ingvar no more, busying myself about fitting the ship with awnings and the like for these passengers of ours; and what Thormod did about the men he sought I know not, nor did I care to know.
There is a dead tree which marks the place where I had been cast ashore in Lodbrok's boat, and which is the last point of land on which one looks as the ship passes to the open sea from the haven.
And there we saw Ingvar the king for the last time.

All alone he stood with his hands resting on his sword, looking at our ship as she passed.

Nor did he move from that place all the time we could see him.
Silently Thormod gave the tiller into my hands, and went to the flag halliards.

Thrice he dipped Halfden's flag in salute, but Ingvar made no sign, and so he faded from our sight, and after that we spoke no more of him.

But Osritha wept a little, for she had loved him even while she dreaded him, and now she should see him no more.
Very quietly passed the voyage, though the light wind was against us, and we were long on the way, for we were too short handed to row, and must beat to windward over every mile of our course.