Now our deep-enquiring Sovereign encounter'd the horrid
powers of enchantment, and the abominations of an impious
race. The troubled flood tore many fair gallies from their
moorings and swept them anchorless before its waves.

16.

A magic-raised watery tempest blew upon our warriors,
ambitious of conquest, and against the floating
habitations[84] of the brave. The roaring billows and stormy
blast threw shielded companies of our adventurous nation on
the Scottish strand.

When the Scotch saw that the vessels had run aground, they assembled
together, and advancing against the Norwegians, attacked them with
missile weapons. They, however, defended themselves gallantly under
cover of their ships; the Scotch made several attempts, at different
times, but killed few, tho' many were wounded. King Haco, as the wind
was now somewhat abated, sent in some boats with a reinforcement, as
is here mentioned.

17.

The victorious breaker of gleaming weapons, attentive of
soul, then sent his bands to the hard-fought field, where
breast-plates rang. Our troops, by the slaughter of the
suspicious foe, established their Monarch's fame, vilified
by the dwellers of the vallies.[85]

Afterwards the Sovereign himself, attended by Thorlaug Bosa, set sail