Hrolf ambled home to his family and wife,
And told her of his tale.
He enriched with the story and brought bare hope,
To his family from hunger, now frail.

"In the dark bogs, alone in with his horse?
He was a good man though on the foolish side.
And Hvammsgil! Where only the rocks and ravens inhabit!"
"But also the Hide-men," his wife replied.

"Bah! The Hide-men? A mere child's tale!
But no matter, the man was earnest as can be."
"We will rely on the promist if our misfortunes lack sway.
We'll have to depend on him to prosper at sea."

A worn out Hrolf sat at the table,
Eating a single potato and fish.
He sensed the truth in his wife's words,
As he looked hungrily at the empty dish.

That night was an unpleasant on for Hrolf,
As he tossed and turned in a fitful sleep.
Nightmares flooded his dreams and plagued his rest
And into his conscious they did creep.

The wind was strong throughout that night,
As the waves raged in a storm
Rain poured down on the fishermen village,
And no on went out to sea that morn.

The day after that, Hrolf reluctantly stayed home again,
Because of the stranger, he saw naught.
All the others went out to cease their hunger,
And poor Hrolf grimly envied the fish they had caught.

He regretted his choice to stay at home,
And began to doubt the stranger's deal.
He decided to set out the next day, stranger or no,
For his family was much in need of a decent meal.