There was a man named Atli, son of Arnvid, Earl of East Gothland.
He had kept back the taxes from Hacon Athelstane's foster child,
and both father and son had fled away from Jemtland to Gothland.
After that, Atli held on with his followers out of the Maelar by
Stock Sound, and so on towards Denmark, and now he lies out in
Oresound.(1) He is an outlaw both of the Dane-King and of the
Swede-King. Hrut held on south to the Sound, and when he came
into it he saw a many ships in the Sound. Then Wolf said,
"What's best to be done now, Icelander?"
"Hold on our course," said Hrut, "for `nothing venture, nothing
have.' My ship and Auzur's shall go first, but thou shalt lay
thy ship where thou likest."
"Seldom have I had others as a shield before me," says Wolf, and
lays his galley side by side with Hrut's ship; and so they hold
on through the Sound. Now those who are in the Sound see that
ships are coming up to them, and they tell Atli.