Then I thought that never before could have been one more like a king.
Hereafter, when sagamen will sing of a king in some fancied story, they will surely make him like King Harald of Norway.

I myself have little skill to say what he was like beyond this--that never had I seen a more handsome man, nor bigger, nor stronger.

King-like he was in all ways, and his face was bright and pleasant, though it was plain that it would be terrible if he was angry, or with the light of battle upon it.
The hair, whence he had his name, was golden bright and shining, and beard and eyebrows were of the same colour.

But his eyes were neither grey nor blue altogether, most piercing, seeming to look straight into a man's heart, so that none dared lie to him.
I think that it is saying much for King Harald that, though his arms and dress were wonderfully rich and splendid, one cared only to look on his face; and that though many men of worth were on the high place with him, there seemed to be none but he present.
When the scald told the king who I was, and what was my errand, with all ceremony, he looked fixedly at me, so that I was ashamed, and grew red under his gaze.

Then he smiled pleasantly, and spoke to me.