The tale of Tunis and Inka

Now comes the tale of cousin Tunis (nef Tunis, Neptune) and first right upon the path.¹
This all stands not only upon the Waraburgh but also at the burgh Stavia which lies behind the harbour of Stavre.

When Tunis wished to travel home with his ships, went he first off to the Denmarks, but he may not land there, that had the Mother ordered.
Also at Flyland may he not land and nowhere further.

He should thus, with his people, have been killed by worry and want (sickness?) therefore they went at night to rob the land and sailed by day.⁵
Thus following the coast, came they to the colony of Kadik (Cadiz), thus called because their harbour was formed by a stone quay.
Here they bought all sorts of provisions, but Tutia the burghmaid would not allow that they settle themselves down.

When they were ready, they got into a dispute.
Tunis would through the straits of the Mediterranean so to sail for the rich king of Egypt as he well had done before, but Inka said that he had enough of Finda’s folk. Inka thought there should perhaps be a high part of Atland left by way of islands, there he might live in peace with the people.¹⁰

As both could not thus unite, Tunis went up and stuck a red flag in the beach, and Inka a blue one. Thereafter did everyone choose, whom each would follow and (what a) wonder, over to Inka, who had an aversion to serving the kings of Finda’s folk, lept the most Finns and Magyar.
Word of nef Tunis is come afterwards, of nef Inka never.