Eivor spoke with Azar.
- Azar: Eivor. Are you prepared to go to Ireland?
- Eivor: Azar! You did not tell me the king was my cousin!
- Azar: It was most amusing this way, was it not? A little mystery?
- Eivor: I prefer to know what is what, but it was a pleasant surprise.
- Azar: He's eager to see you. Shall we set sail?
(I would like to go to Ireland.)
- Eivor: Ja, I would like to see this land, and my cousin Bárid!
Eivor and Azar left on Eivor's longship for Ireland. After some time, they arrived in Ireland's waters.
- Azar: Ireland. A patchwork of petty kings jostling for hills and pastures and green, green glens. My adopted isle.
- Eivor: Azar, how is it that Bárid, as Norse as ice, is King of Dublin?
- Azar: Dublin is a Viking, Eivor. But, in fact, merchants and beggars come from all parts to parade in its muddy streets.
- Eivor: Odd to think of Bárid as king of the city.
- Azar: It perhaps sound grander than it is. Ireland has many, many kings. They litter the countryside. And Bárid's throne is not secure. Flann Sinna calls the tune.
- Eivor: Who is he?
- Azar: Soon to be crowned High King of all Ireland! Flann distrusts Vikings, though he needs them.
- Eivor: Bárid will find a way. As a boy he wasn't much of a fighter, but somehow always came out all right.
- Azar: I'm sure what you say is true. Certainly, he is loved by his people.
Azar, Eivor, and her crew arrived in Dublin at its docks.
Eivor traveled to Ireland with Azar to visit her cousin Bárid mac Ímair.