But Borghild sat alone in her gable window and looked longingly toward the ocean.
Borghild lifted her eyes, and they met those of the fiddler.
During that winter Truls and Borghild seldom saw each other.
Sigmund now married Borghild, who hated Sinfjotli and poisoned him.
The years slipped by, and before Borghild knew it, she had grown into womanhood.
Not many months after this, word was brought to him that Borghild was dead.
There were many guests gathered to the feast, and Borghild, the queen, brought drink to each one.
When he came home, Borghild bade him go away, but Sigmund offered the blood-fine, which it was incumbent on her to accept.
Borghild, in order to prove her innocence, walked on glowing plough-shares, and endured the test.
He marries Borghild, who later kills Sinfiotli with a poisoned drink, and is cast away by Sigmund.