up at the tip, with very fine eyes—­blue-eyed and swift-eyed, and with a glance somewhat restless, broad-browed and full-cheeked; he had his hair cut across his forehead.  He was well grown as to breadth of shoulders and depth of chest.  He had very beautiful hands, and strong-looking arms.  All his bearing was courteous, and, in a word, I have never seen a man so altogether doughty-looking.  He was a young-looking man too, for his lips had grown no beard, but it seemed to me he was aged by grief.”  Then Helgi answers:  “You have paid a careful heed, indeed, to this man, and of much account he must needs be; yet this man, I think, I have never seen, so I must make a guess at it who he is.  There, I think, must have been Bolli Bollison, for I am told he has in him the makings of a man.” [Sidenote:  The description continued] Then the lad went on:  “Next there sat a man on an enamelled saddle in a yellow green kirtle; he had a great finger ring on his hand.  This man was most goodly to behold, and must still be young of age; his hair was auburn and most comely, and in every way he was most courtly.”  Helgi answers, “I think I know who this man is, of whom you have now been telling.  He must be Thorleik Bollison, and a sharp and mindful man you are.”  The lad said again, “Next sat a young man; he was in a blue kirtle and black breeches, and his tunic tucked into them.  This man was straight-faced, light of hair, with a goodly-featured face, slender and graceful.”  Helgi answered, “I know that man, for I must have seen him, though at a time when he was quite young; for it must be Thord Thordson, fosterling of Snorri the Priest.  And a very courtly band they have, the Westfirthers.  What is there yet to tell?” Then the lad said, “There sat a man on a Scotch saddle, hoary of beard and very sallow of hue, with black curly hair, somewhat unsightly and yet warrior like; he had on a grey pleated cape.”  Helgi said, “I clearly see who that man is; there is Lambi, the son of Thorbjorn, from Salmon-river-Dale; but I cannot think why he should be in the train of these brothers.” [Sidenote:  Further description of the men] The lad spake:  “There sat a man on a pommelled saddle, and had on a blue cloak for an overall, with a silver ring on his arm; he was a farmer-looking sort of man and past the prime of life, with dark auburn long curly hair, and scars about his face.”  “Now the tale grows worse by much,” said Helgi, “for there you must have seen Thorstein the Black, my brother-in-law; and a wondrous thing indeed I deem it, that he should be in this journey, nor would I ever offer him such a home-raid.  But what more is there still to tell?” He answered, “Next there sat two men like each other to look upon, and might have been of middle age; most brisk they looked, red of hair, freckled of face, yet goodly to behold.”  Helgi said, “I can clearly understand who those men are.  There are the sons of Armod, foster-brothers of Thorgils, Halldor and Ornolf.  And a very trustworthy fellow you are.