It happened once when King Sigurd was going from the drinking-table to
vespers, that his men were very drunk and merry; and many of them sat
outside the church singing the evening song, but their singing was very
irregular. Then the king said, "Who is that fellow I see standing at the
church with a skin jacket on?" They answered, that they did not know.
Then the king said:--
"This skin-clad man, in sorry plight,
Puts all our wisdom here to flight."