And so, for many hours did they feast and were they joined by more and more of them. Fríða , she a skald of some reknown about this time, played on her antler-bone kantele and sang the words of Oðin  well:
|A bird of Unmindfulness flutters over ale-feasts.|
To pass the day and night imbibing of strong drink disgraces none of these, the pagans of the Jarl-home regions then. This custom, to be brazen all the day and night, is passed upon the Vikings of the Norselands even now, as you have heard and seen. And were, in times like this, when all the greatest war-chiefs of the land, and all their bodyguards, did gather up together in one meeting place as here they this night did, no quarrel fought was made to pretty eft with mere abuse. Nay, did the several men (and some the women too!) turn quarrel up to bruise and bloody up each fellow; ere the reason why the axe and shield be hung upon the entryway.
The liquor would they drink was brewed from barley, malted, forted with the strength of wine. This they callèd veig. Vikings sometimes brought with them as booty from their travels wines and beers and other drinks from other realms, but here within the Jarldom Coast, every person drank the barleywine. T’were stronger than the drinks are favored down in pretty Normandy!
Those with weaker constitution, such as crones and babes, would drinketh up from beor. This a drink of cider made from pears or apples. Were it thick, but nary would it have intoxicating punch. And none of this, the softly low ambrosia did they drow.
Servants brought to them, perhaps a score and hundred men, a feast of moderate complexity. The mark of it were all the great and hearty vastness of the meats; delectable, the meal was surely not. There was dried wild fruits, fresh game of many kinds, and curdled milk in place of cheese. That were it all: a very simple feast. But on and on it went, and no man wished of he himself to be the first to settle up, so on they ate for hours, did it seem.
And at appointed hours’ time, Thorir Hund himself addressed the council, he himself, the grievèd party, for he’d lost his nephew to the Christian lords:
“If we wish to live without Viking spear betwixt our rib, we shall need a greater king to bring the Jarls together under one, a greater flag.”
Jarl Geirr of Romsdall scoffed, “Yea, would ye give up sovereignty to Danes? This is our land, my goodly brothers! The Danes neh beggars and theh take it, sure as any Viking Norse.”
But Thorir then were adamant, and his good passion carried them that day, before the Jarls of all the petty realms. Held he up for all to see the broken spear that killed his Liefr ere a month ago. “What the Danish want of theh? This land, the softne Southerners, would bay it kill 'em, Cousin. Neh, the Danes need spear to fend the Norse from eft the Southern coast. We shall be their spear! And so win back our’s freedom and make safe our land. Our land be gift of Od!” And shook then the broken spear he did up at the gods and all the men attends. “And keep the Christians also from our kin!”
 Ðð, Eth. The voiced, or vibrating, “th” sound in English. In this case, “FREE-thuh.”
 Hávamál (Sayings of the High One) – a song said to be originated by Odin himself, counseling against drunkenness; in this instance, sung blasphemously.