Grettir the Strong, Icelandic Saga by Traditional


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They could not say who he was. Bardi said: "I believe it is
Grettir the son of Asmund. If it is, he will be wanting to meet
us, for I expect he is little pleased at not having been with us.
It seems to me that we are not in a very fit condition if he
wants to annoy us. I will send home to Thoreyjargnup for some
men and not allow myself to be put out by his evil intentions."

They said that was the best thing he could do, and it was done.
Bardi's party rode on; Grettir watched where they were going and
went there too. They met and greeted each other. Grettir asked
what the news was, and Bardi told him without hesitation.
Grettir asked who had been with them. Bardi answered that his
brothers and Eyjvolf his brother-in-law had been with him.

"You have wiped out your disgrace," said Grettir. "Now the next
thing is for us two here to try which is the stronger."

"I have more urgent business," said Bardi, "than to fight with
you about nothing. I think I may be excused that now."

"It seems to me that you are afraid, Bardi; that is the reason
why you dare not fight me."

"Call it what you please. If you wish to bully, find some one
else; that seems to be what you want, for your insolence passes
all bounds."

Grettir thought luck was against him. He hesitated now whether
he should attack any of them; it seemed rather rash as they were
six and he was only one. Then the men from Thoreyjargnup came up
and joined Bardi's party, so he left them and went back to his
horse. Bardi and his men went on, and there was no greeting
between them when they parted. We are not told that any strife
arose between Bardi and Grettir after this.

Grettir once said that he would trust himself to fight with most
men if there were not more than three against him. Even with
four he would not give way without trying, but more he would not
attempt, except in self-defence. Thus he says in a verse:

"Oh skilled in war! When three are before me
I yet will endeavour to fight with them all.
But more than four I dare not encounter
in the clashing of arms, if the choice is with me."

On leaving Bardi, Grettir returned to Bjarg, and was much
aggrieved at finding nothing to try his strength on. He sought
everywhere for something to fight with.




CHAPTER XXXII

THE SPOOK AT THORHALLSSTAD. GLAM THE SHEPHERD KILLED BY A FIEND.
HIS GHOST WALKS


There was a man named Thorhall living in Thorhallsstad in
Forsaeludal, up from Vatnsdal. He was the son of Grim, the son
of Thorhall, the son of Fridmund, who was the first settler in
Forsaeludal. Thorhall's wife was named Gudrun; they had a son
named Grim and a daughter named Thurid who were just grown up.
Thorhall was fairly wealthy, especially in live-stock. His
property in cattle exceeded that of any other man. He was not a
chief, but an honest bondi nevertheless. He had great difficulty
in getting a shepherd to suit him because the place was haunted.
He consulted many men of experience as to what he should do, but
nobody gave him any advice which was of any use. Thorhall had
good horses, and went every summer to the Thing. On one occasion
at the All-Thing he went to the booth of the Lawman Skapti the
son of Thorodd, who was a man of great knowledge and gave good
counsel to those who consulted him. There was a great difference
between Thorodd the father and Skapti the son in one respect.
Thorodd possessed second sight, but was thought by some not to be
straight, whereas Skapti gave to every man the advice which he
thought would avail him, if he followed it exactly, and so earned
the name of Father-betterer.

So Thorhall went to Skapti's booth, where Skapti, knowing that he
was a man of wealth, received him graciously, and asked what the
news was.

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