Note 7 — Chapter III
M. R. (Mordaunt Roger) Barnard translation
At broad daylight he sees Vosse skavlen close at hand, and thither he drags his weary, stiffened limbs; but on reaching the summit he drinks “skaal7 to the fjeld,” a frozen orange, the last he has, being his beverage. Before the sun sets again, Fridtjof has crossed that mountain height, as King Sverre8 did of yore—an achievement performed by those two alone!