CHAP. LXIII.
How Grettir beguiled Thorir of Garth when he was nigh taking him.
Now the story is to be taken up where Grettir came from the firths of the east-country; and now he fared with hidden-head for that he would not meet Thorir, and lay out that summer on Madderdale-heath and in sundry places, and at whiles he was at Reek-heath.
Thorir heard that Grettir was at Reek-heath, so he gathered men and rode to the heath, and was well minded that Grettir should not escape this time.
Now Grettir was scarce aware of them before they were on him; he was just by a mountain-dairy that stood back a little from the wayside, and another man there was with him, and when he saw their band, speedy counsel must he take; so he bade that they should fell the horses and drag them into the dairy shed, and so it was done.
Then Thorir rode north over the heath by the dairy, and missed friend from stead, for he found nought, and so turned back withal.
But when his band had ridden away west, then said Grettir, "They will not deem their journey good if we be not found; so now shall thou watch our horses while I go meet them, a fair play would be shown them if they knew me not."
His fellow strove to let him herein, yet he went none-the-less, and did on him other attire, with a slouched hat over his face and a staff in his hand, then he went in the way before them. They greeted him and asked if he had seen any men riding over the heath.
"Those men that ye seek have I seen; but little was wanting e"ennow but that ye found them, for there they were, on the south of yon bogs to the left."
Now when they heard that, off they galloped out on to the bogs, but so great a mire was there that nohow could they get on, and had to drag their horses out, and were wallowing there the more part of the day; and they gave to the devil withal the wandering churl who had so befooled them.
But Grettir turned back speedily to meet his fellow, and when they met he sang this stave--
"Now make I no battle-field With the searching stems of shield.
Rife with danger is my day, And alone I go my way: Nor shall I go meet, this tide, Odin"s storm, but rather bide Whatso fate I next may have; Scarce, then, shall thou deem me brave.
"Thence where Thorir"s company Thronging ride, I needs must flee; If with them I raised the din, Little thereby should I win; Brave men"s clashing swords I shun, Woods must hide the hunted one; For through all things, good and ill, Unto life shall I hold still."
Now they ride at their swiftest west over the heath and forth by the homestead at Garth, before ever Thorir came from the wilderness with his band; and when they drew nigh to the homestead a man fell in with them who knew them not.
Then saw they how a woman, young and grand of attire, stood without, so Grettir asked who that woman would be. The new-comer said that she was Thorir"s daughter. Then Grettir sang this stave--
"O wise sun of golden stall, When thy sire comes back to hall, Thou mayst tell him without sin This, though little lies therein, That thou saw"st me ride hereby, With but two in company, Past the door of Skeggi"s son, Nigh his hearth, O glittering one."
Hereby the new-comer thought he knew who this would be, and he rode to peopled parts and told how Grettir had ridden by.
So when Thorir came home, many deemed that Grettir had done the bed well over their heads. But Thorir set spies on Grettir"s ways, whereso he might be. Grettir fell on such rede that he sent his fellow to the west country with his horses; but he went up to the mountains and was in disguised attire, and fared about north there in the early winter, so that he was not known.
But all men deemed that Thorir had got a worse part than before in their dealings together.
CHAP. LXIV.
Of the ill haps at Sand-heaps, and how Guest came to the Goodwife there.
There was a priest called Stein, who dwelt at Isledale-river, in Bard-dale; he was good at husbandry and rich in beasts; his son was Kiartan, a brisk man and a well grown. Thorstein the White was the name of him who dwelt at Sand-heaps, south of Isledale-river; his wife was called Steinvor, a young woman and merry-hearted, and children they had, who were young in those days. But that place men deemed much haunted by the goings of trolls.
Now it befell two winters before Grettir came into the north country that Steinvor the goodwife of Sand-heaps fared at Yule-tide to the stead of Isledale-river according to her wont, but the goodman abode at home. Men lay down to sleep in the evening, but in the night they heard a huge crashing about the bonder"s bed; none durst arise and see thereto, for very few folk were there. In the morning the goodwife came home, but the goodman was gone, and none knew what had become of him.
Now the next year wears through its seasons, but the winter after the goodwife would fain go to worship, and bade her house-carle abide behind at home; thereto was he loth, but said nathless that she must rule; so all went the same way and the house-carle vanished; and marvellous men deemed it; but folk saw certain stains of blood about the outer door; therefore they deemed it sure that an evil wight had taken them both.
Now that was heard of wide through the country-side, and Grettir withal was told thereof; so he took his way to Bard-dale, and came to Sand-heaps at Yule-eve, and made stay there, and called himself Guest.
The goodwife saw that he was marvellous great of growth, but the home-folk were exceeding afeard of him; he prayed for guesting there; the mistress said that there was meat ready for him, "but as to thy safety see to that thyself."
He said that so he should do: "Here will I abide, but thou shalt go to worship if thou wilt."
She answered, "Meseems thou art a brave man if thou durst abide at home here."
"For one thing alone will I not be known," said he.
She said, "I have no will to abide at home, but I may not cross the river."
"I will go with thee," says Guest.
Then she made her ready for worship, and her little daughter with her.
It thawed fast abroad, and the river was in flood, and therein was the drift of ice great: then said the goodwife,
"No way across is there either for man or horse."
"Nay, there will be fords there," said Guest, "be not afeard."
"Carry over the little maiden first," said the goodwife; "she is the lightest."
"I am loth to make two journeys of it," said Guest, "I will bear thee in my arms."
She crossed herself, and said, "This will not serve; what wilt thou do with the maiden?"
"A rede I see for that," said he, and therewith caught them both up, and laid the little one in her mother"s lap, and set both of them thus on his left arm, but had his right free; and so he took the ford withal, nor durst they cry out, so afeard were they.
Now the river took him up to his breast forthwith, and a great ice-floe drave against him, but he put forth the hand that was free and thrust it from him; then it grew so deep, that the stream broke on his shoulder; but he waded through it stoutly, till he came to the further sh.o.r.e, and there cast them aland: then he turned back, and it was twilight already by then he came home to Sand-heaps, and called for his meat.
So when he was fulfilled, he bade the home-folk go into the chamber; then he took boards and loose timber, and dragged it athwart the chamber, and made a great bar, so that none of the home-folk might come thereover: none durst say aught against him, nor would any of them make the least sound. The entrance to the hall was through the side wall by the gable, and dais was there within; there Guest lay down, but did not put off his clothes, and light burned in the chamber over against the door: and thus Guest lay till far on in the night.
The goodwife came to Isledale-river at church-time, and men marvelled how she had crossed the river; and she said she knew not whether a man or a troll had brought her over.
The priest said he was surely a man, though a match for few; "But let us hold our peace hereon," he said; "maybe he is chosen for the bettering of thy troubles." So the goodwife was there through the night.
CHAP. LXV.
Of Guest and the Troll-wife.