At this time Thorias (?) and Ber (Biorn), the most active of the soldiers of Rusla, were roving in Ireland; but when they heard of the death of their mistress, whom they had long ago sworn to avenge, they hotly attacked Omund, and challenged him to a duel, which it used to be accounted shameful for a king to refuse; for the fame of princes of old was reckoned more by arms than by riches.  So Homod and Thole came forward, offering to meet in battle the men who had challenged the king.  Omund praised them warmly, but at first declined for very shame to allow their help.  At last, hard besought by his people, he brought himself to try his fortune by the hand of another.  We are told that Ber fell in this combat, while Thorias left the battle severely wounded.  The king, having first cured him of his wounds, took him into his service, and made him prince (earl) over Norway.  Then he sent ambassadors to exact the usual tribute from the Sclavs; these were killed, and he was even attacked in Jutland by a Sclavish force; but he overcame seven kings in a single combat, and ratified by conquest his accustomed right to tribute.

Meantime, Starkad, who was now worn out with extreme age, and who seemed to be past military service and the calling of a champion, was loth to lose his ancient glory through the fault of eld, and thought it would be a noble thing if he could make a voluntary end, and hasten his death by his own free will.  Having so often fought nobly, he thought it would be mean to die a bloodless death; and, wishing to enhance the glory of his past life by the lustre of his end, he preferred to be slain by some man of gallant birth rather than await the tardy shaft of nature.  So shameful was it thought that men devoted to war should die by disease.  His body was weak, and his eyes could not see clearly, so that he hated to linger any more in life.  In order to buy himself an executioner, he wore hanging on his neck the gold which he had earned for the murder of Ole; thinking there was no fitter way of atoning for the treason he had done than to make the price of Ole’s death that of his own also, and to spend on the loss of his own life what he had earned by the slaying of another.  This, he thought, would be the noblest use he could make of that shameful price.  So he girded him with two swords, and guided his powerless steps leaning on two staves.

One of the common people, seeing him, thinking two swords superfluous for the use of an old man, mockingly asked him to make him a present of one of them.  Starkad, holding out hopes of consent, bade him come nearer, drew the sword from his side, and ran him through.  This was seen by a certain Hather, whose father Hlenne Starkad had once killed in repentance for his own impious crime.  Hatfier was hunting game with his dogs, but now gave over the chase, and bade two of his companions spur their horses hard and charge at the old man to frighten him.  They galloped forward, and tried to make off, but were stopped by the staves