Olaf blushed, and took the cloak and put it over him, saying nothing.
Then he caught up an end of the chain and signed to his master to
fasten it about his neck. Signed fastened it and then remounted
his horse.

They had gone a little distance seaward down the dale when they
were met by three armed horsemen, who seemed to have been waiting
for them. Sigurd gave Olaf into their keeping, bidding them guard
him well, and himself rode on in advance. Soon from the top of a
hill they came in sight of the blue sea, and then the little town
with its wooden huts nestling at the foot of the cliffs.

When they entered the town, two of Sigurd's servants took Olaf with
them to the house of a certain merchant, where they gave him some
roasted eggs and wheaten bread, and there they kept him until after
noontide, never speaking to him, but only watching him while they
played countless games of chess and drank many horns of ale.

Now Olaf, as he sat on the floor, chained to the door post, set
to wondering where his new master intended taking him to, and he
could think of no likely destination but Norway. Why else should
this man have bought him but to deliver him to Gunnhild? So thereupon
he began to question how he could escape. And he determined in his
mind very quickly, that when they were on the sea he would free
himself from his chain and jump overboard and swim to land. But
then came the thought that if he did this he would be quite alone
in the world, and no one would ever believe him if he told them
that he was the son of Triggvi Olafson, and perhaps he would again
be taken into slavery. If Thorgils were with him they might do very
well together, because Thorgils was full of the world's wisdom,