"What is the use of doing anything?" answered Skarphedinn, "for if it is written that we should be burned, our foes will find some other fuel, though I were to scatter this stack to the four winds;" and he went away laughing.
All through the summer the old nurse was ever begging Njal to do away with the stack of vetch, but the harvest was plentiful in the pastures and the men never came home save to sleep.
"We can bring in that vetch stack any time," they said.
The harvest was stored in the barns, and a good harvest it was. There had been none such since the day that Gunnar had fared from Lithend with Kolskegg, and had returned to his ruin. One day, when Grim and Helgi, Njal"s sons, had ridden away to Holar to see their children, who were at nurse there, they heard strange tidings from some poor woman, that the country side was stirring and that bands of men were gathering together, and were seen riding along the same road.
At this news Grim and Helgi looked at each other.
"Let us go home to Bergthorasknoll," said they.
Now they had told their mother they would sleep that night at Holar, with their children, so she gave no thought to them; but in the evening, when the hour had come to prepare supper, Bergthora bade every man choose whatever dish he liked best, "for," said she, "this is the last food you will eat in this house!"
"Of a truth you must be ill to speak such words," cried they.
"They are true words," she said again; "and that you may know them to be true, I will give you a sign. Before the meat that is on the board to-night is eaten, Grim and Helgi will be in the house!" and she held her peace and went out.
When the food was prepared, Bergthora called to them, and all sat down but Njal, who lingered in the doorway.
"What hinders you eating with the rest?" asked Bergthora; and Njal, as he answered, put his hand before his eyes.
"A vision has come to me," he said slowly--"the wall is thrown down, and the board is wet with blood."
At this the men"s faces grew pale, and a strange look came into their eyes, but Skarphedinn bade them be of good cheer, and to remember that, whatever might befall, all men would look to them to bear themselves bravely.
Then Grim and Helgi entered with their tidings, and every one had in his mind what Bergthora had said, and knew that ill was in store.
"Let no man sleep to-night," said Njal, "but take heed to his arms."
The band of Njal"s foes, headed by Flosi, had ridden to a valley behind the house, and had fastened their horses there. After that they walked slowly up the path, to the front of the house, where Njal and his sons, and Kari, his-son-in-law, and his thralls, thirty in all, stood up to meet them.
Then both sides halted and spoke together. Flosi"s counsel was to fall on them where they stood, though he knew that few would there be left to tell the tale to their children.
Njal, for his part, desired that his men might return inside the hall, for the house was strong; "and if Gunnar alone could keep them at bay they will never prevail against us," he said.
"Ah, but these chiefs are not of the kind that slew Gunnar," answered Skarphedinn, "for they turned a deaf ear to Mord"s evil counsel to set fire to Lithend, so that Gunnar and his wife and mother should be burnt up in it. But this band care nothing for what is fair and honourable, so long as we leave our bones behind us."
Then Helgi spoke:
"Let us do as our father wills. He knows best," and Skarphedinn said:
"If he wishes us to enter the hall, and all to be burnt together, I am ready to do it. I care little what death I shall die, and if the time of my doom is come, it matters nothing that we try to escape." And so saying he turned to Kari, and bade him stand by his side.
"They are all mad," cried Flosi, as he saw Njal and his sons and Kari, his son-in-law, take their place on the inside of the door. "Surely none of them can escape us now;" and the fight began with a spear which was thrown at Skarphedinn.
But victory was not so near as Flosi thought. Man after man fell back wounded or dead, yet Skarphedinn and his brethren remained without a wound.
"We shall never put them to flight with our spears," said Flosi, "and there are only two ways open. Either we give up our vengeance, and await the death that will surely befall us at their hands; or else we must set fire to the house, and burn them in it. And I know not what else we can do; yet that is a mean and cowardly deed, which will lie heavily on our souls."
So they gathered wood and made a great stack before the door, and Skarphedinn laughed, and asked if they were turning cooks.
It was Grani, the son of Gunnar, whose soul was black like his mother Hallgerda"s, who answered him.
"You will not wish better cooking when _you_ are put on the spit;" but he had better have left Skarphedinn alone, for the men around heard his reply, and looked curiously on Grani.
"Your deeds become your mother"s son," said Skarphedinn. "It was I who avenged your father, therefore it is natural to one of your kind that you should wish to slay me," and he stepped back to pick up some fresh arrows.
In spite of Grani"s boastful words, the pile of wood was slow in catching, for the women threw whey and water upon it from the little windows in the roof, so that the flames were quenched as fast as they sprang up. The men grew angry and impatient, and at last Kol, Thorstein"s son, said to Flosi:
"It avails nought to kindle the fire here; but there is a pile of dry vetch at the back, just above the house, and we can light it, and put the burning wood on the beams under the roof."
So he crept round unseen, and did as he had said, and the other men heaped up wood before the doors of the house, so that none could escape, and those within the hall knew nothing that was doing, till a great light filled the place, and they saw that the roof was burning.
Then horrible dread overwhelmed the souls of the women, and they broke forth into weeping and wailing, till Njal spoke words of comfort to them, and bade them keep up their hearts, for G.o.d would not suffer them to burn both in this world and in the next. And when he had stilled their fears he went near the door, and asked:
"Is Flosi nigh at hand?"
"Yes," answered Flosi.
"Will you suffer my sons to atone?" asked Njal once more, "or let them leave the house?" but Flosi said:
"The women and children and thralls may go out, but, as for your sons, the time for atonement is past, and I will not leave this spot as long as one of them remains alive."
When Njal heard that, he went back into the house and called the women and children and thralls round him, and bade Thorhalla, the wife of Helgi, go out first, for she was a brave woman. And Thorhalla went, after bidding farewell to Helgi her husband.
But Astrid whispered softly to Helgi:
"I will tie a woman"s kerchief about your head, and wrap you in a cloak, and the women folk will stand about you, and none shall know that you are not a woman also."
Helgi did not like this plan, for he thought it shame to steal away in his sister"s garments; but they prayed him not to be stiff-necked, and at length he suffered the cloak to be put round him.
Now the children of Njal were all tall, but Helgi was tallest of all, except his brother Skarphedinn. And Flosi marked him, and said to his men:
"I like not the height of the woman who went yonder, nor the breadth of her shoulders. Seize her and hold her fast."
As soon as Helgi heard that he threw his cloak aside and thrust at a man with his sword, and cut off his leg. But Flosi was close behind, and stretched Helgi dead in front of him.
After that he went back to the house, and offered Njal that he should come outside, but Njal answered that he was too old to avenge his sons, and that he would not outlive them, for that would be a shame and disgrace to him.
"Come out, then, Bergthora," said Flosi, "for I will not suffer you to burn inside."
But Bergthora made answer:
"Long years from my youth have I lived with Njal, and I vowed on the day of betrothal that his death should be mine;" and without more words they went into the house.