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That summer the king visited his own estates and those of his landholders. Thorolf invited the king to a feast at his home. The king accepted.
Thorolf, not having a hall big enough to hold all the people, refitted a large barn for the occasion. There were tiers of seating from the highest point to the lowest. Shields lined the walls of the barn.
The king arrived with three hundred of his followers. Thorolf’s five hundred guests had already arrived and were seated. The king was given a prominent seating. As he looked around his face flushed red and though he did not speak a word everyone could see his was petulant and angry. Yet he stayed for three days.
When the king was ready to depart Thorolf suggested they walk down to the sea. There, not far from shore, was a magnificent ship thoroughly fitted out. Thorolf presented the ship as a gift to the king and told him why so many guests were invited to the feast.
“My intent was to have many people honor you. It was not to compete with you.”
The king smiled and was finally satisfied. The two parted as good friends.