"Many will say," says Helgi, "that thou oughtest to offer us atonement, since thy life was at stake."
Then Hrapp said, ""Twas just luck that swayed the balance, when he got stripes who ought to bear them; and she dragged you under disgrace and hardship, but us away from them."
"Little good luck was there in that," says Helgi, "to break faith with the Earl, and to take to thee instead."
"Thinkest thou not that thou hast some amends to seek from me?" says Hrapp, "I will atone thee in a way that, methinks, were fitting."
"The only dealings we shall have," says Helgi, "will be those which will not stand thee in good stead."
"Don"t bandy words with Hrapp," said Skarphedinn, "but give him a red skin for a grey."[41]
"Hold thy tongue, Skarphedinn," said Hrapp, "or I will not spare to bring my axe on thy head."
""Twill be proved soon enough, I dare say," says Skarphedinn, "which of us is to scatter gravel over the other"s head."
"Away with you home, ye "Dung-beardlings!"" says Hallgerda, "and so we will call you always from this day forth; but your father we will call "the Beardless Carle"."
They did not fare home before all who were there had made themselves guilty of uttering those words, save Thrain; he forbade men to utter them.
Then Njal"s sons went away, and fared till they came home; then they told their father.
"Did ye call any men to witness of those words?" says Njal.
"We called none," says Skarphedinn; "we do not mean to follow that suit up except on the battlefield."
"No one will now think," says Bergthora, "that ye have the heart to lift your weapons."
"Spare thy tongue, mistress!" says Kari, "in egging on thy sons, for they will be quite eager enough."
After that they all talk long in secret, Njal and his sons, and Kari Solmund"s son, their brother-in-law.
CHAPTER XCI.
THRAIN SIGFUS" SON"S SLAYING.
Now there was great talk about this quarrel of theirs, and all seemed to know that it would not settle down peacefully.
Runolf, the son of Wolf Aurpriest, east in the Dale, was a great friend of Thrain"s, and had asked Thrain to come and see him, and it was settled that he should come east when about three weeks or a month were wanting to winter.
Thrain bade Hrapp, and Grani, and Gunnar Lambi"s son, and Lambi Sigurd"s son, and Lodinn, and Tjorvi, eight of them in all, to go on this journey with him. Hallgerda and Thorgerda were to go too. At the same time Thrain gave it out that he meant to stay in the Mark with his brother Kettle, and said how many nights he meant to be away from home.
They all of them had full arms. So they rode east across Markfleet, and found there some gangrel women, and they begged them to put them across the Fleet west on their horses, and they did so.
Then they rode into the Dale, and had a hearty welcome; there Kettle of the Mark met them, and there they sate two nights.
Both Runolf and Kettle besought Thrain that he would make up his quarrel with Njal"s sons; but he said he would never pay any money, and answered crossly, for he said he thought himself quite a match for Njal"s sons wherever they met.
"So it may be," says Runolf; "but so far as I can see, no man has been their match since Gunnar of Lithend died, and it is likelier that ye will both drag one another down to death."
Thrain said that was not to be dreaded.
Then Thrain fared up into the Mark, and was there two nights more; after that he rode down into the Dale, and was sent away from both houses with fitting gifts.
Now the Markfleet was then flowing between sheets of ice on both sides, and there were tongues of ice bridging it across every here and there.
Thrain said that he meant to ride home that evening, but Runolf said that he ought not to ride home; he said, too, that it would be more wary not to fare back as he had said he would before he left home.
"That is fear, and I will none of it," answers Thrain.
Now those gangrel women whom they had put across the Fleet came to Bergthorsknoll, and Bergthora asked whence they came, but they answered, "Away east under Eyjafell".
"Then, who put you across Markfleet?" said Bergthora.
"Those," said they, "who were the most boastful and bravest clad of men."
"Who?" asked Bergthora.
"Thrain Sigfus" son," said they, "and his company, but we thought it best to tell thee that they were so full-tongued and foul-tongued towards this house, against thy husband and his sons."
"Listeners do not often hear good of themselves," says Bergthora. After that they went their way, and Bergthora gave them gifts on their going, and asked them when Thrain might be coming home.
They said that he would be from home four or five nights.
After that Bergthora told her sons and her son-in-law Kari, and they talked long and low about the matter.
But that same morning, when Thrain and his men rode from the east, Njal woke up early and heard how Skarphedinn"s axe came against the panel.
Then Njal rises up, and goes out, and sees that his sons are all there with their weapons, and Karl, his son-in-law too. Skarphedinn was foremost. He was in a blue cape, and had a targe, and his axe aloft on his shoulder. Next to him went Helgi; he was in a red kirtle, had a helm on his head, and a red shield, on which a hart was marked. Next to him went Kari; he had on a silken jerkin, a gilded helm and shield, and on it was drawn a lion. They were all in bright holiday clothes.
Njal called out to Skarphedinn--
"Whither art thou going, kinsman?"
"On a sheep hunt," he said.
"So it was once before," said Njal, "but then ye hunted men."
Skarphedinn laughed at that, and said--
"Hear ye what the old man says? He is not without his doubts."
"When was it that thou spokest thus before?" asks Kari.
"When I slew Sigmund the white," says Skarphedinn, "Gunnar of Lithend"s kinsman."