Complete works of willia.., p.574
Complete Works of William Morris, page 574
Illugi said, “Yea, I told thee that thou wouldst get no good from that hag.”
“All will come to one end,” said Grettir, and sang this song withal —
“Doubtful played the foredoomed fate
Round the sword in that debate,
When the bearserks’ outlawed crew,
In the days of yore I slew.
Screamed the worm of clashing lands
When Hiarandi dropped his hands
Biorn and Gunnar cast away,
Hope of dwelling in the day.
“Home again then travelled I;
The broad-boarded ship must lie,
Under Door-holm, as I went,
Still with weapon play content,
Through the land; and there the thane
Called me to the iron rain,
Bade me make the spear-storm rise,
Torfi Vebrandson the wise.
“To such plight the Skald was brought,
Wounder of the walls of thought,
Howsoever many men
Stood, all armed, about us then,
That his hand that knew the oar,
Grip of sword might touch no more;
Yet to me the wound who gave
Did he give a horse to have.
“Thorbiorn Arnor’s son, men said,
Of no great deed was afraid,
Folk spake of him far and wide;
He forbade me to abide
Longer on the lovely earth;
Yet his heart was little worth,
Not more safe alone was I,
Than when armed he drew anigh.
“From the sword’s edge and the spears
From my many waylayers,
While might was, and my good day,
Often did I snatch away;
Now a hag, whose life outworn
Wicked craft and ill hath borne,
Meet for death lives long enow,
Grettir’s might to overthrow.”[]
“Now must we take good heed to ourselves,” said Grettir, “for Thorbiorn Angle must be minded that this hap shall not go alone; and I will, Noise, that thou watch the ladders every day from this time forth, but pull them up in the evening, and see thou do it well and truly, even as though much lay thereon, but if thou bewrayest us, short will be thy road to ill.”
So Noise promised great things concerning this. Now the weather grew harder, and a north-east wind came on with great cold: every night Grettir asked if the ladders were drawn up.
Then said Noise, “Yea, certainly! men are above all things to be looked for now. Can any man have such a mind to take thy life, that he will do so much as to slay himself therefor? for this gale is far other than fair; lo now, methinks thy so great bravery and hardihood has come utterly to an end, if thou must needs think that all things soever will be thy bane.”
“Worse wilt thou bear thyself than either of us,” said Grettir, “when the need is on us; but now go watch the ladders, whatsoever will thou hast thereto.”
So every morning they drave him out, and ill he bore it.
But Grettir’s hurt waxed in such wise that all the leg swelled up, and the thigh began to gather matter both above and below, and the lips of the wound were all turned out, so that Grettir’s death was looked for.
Illugi sat over him night and day, and took heed to nought else, and by then it was the second week since Grettir hurt himself.
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CHAP. LXXXIII.
How Thorbiorn Angle gathered Force and set Sail for Drangey.
Thorbiorn Angle sat this while at home at Woodwick, and was ill-content in that he might not win Grettir; but when a certain space had passed since the carline had put the sorcery into the root, she comes to talk with Thorbiorn, and asks if he were not minded to go see Grettir. He answers, that to nought was his mind so made up as that he would not go; “perchance thou wilt go meet him, foster-mother,” says Thorbiorn.
“Nay, I shall not go meet-him,” says the carline; “but I have sent my greeting to him, and some hope I have that it has come home to him; and good it seems to me that thou go speedily to meet him, or else shalt thou never have such good hap as to overcome him.”
Thorbiorn answered: “So many shameful journeys have I made thither, that there I go not ever again; moreover that alone is full enough to stay me, that such foul weather it is, that it is safe to go nowhither, whatso the need may be.”
She answered: “Ill counselled thou art, not to see how to overcome herein. Now yet once again will I lay down a rede for this; go thou first and get thee strength of men, and ride to Hof to Halldor thy brother-in-law, and take counsel of him. But if I may rule in some way how Grettir’s health goes, how shall it be said that it is past hope that I may also deal with the gale that has been veering about this while?”
Thorbiorn deemed it might well be that the carline saw further than he had thought she might, and straightway sent up into the country-side for men; but speedy answer there came that none of those who had given up their shares would do aught to ease his task, and they said that Thorbiorn should have to himself both the owning of the island and the onset on Grettir. But Tongue-Stein gave him two of his followers, and Hialti, his brother, sent him three men, and Eric of God-dales one, and from his own homestead he had six. So the twelve of them ride from Woodwick out to Hof. Halldor bade them abide there, and asked their errand; then Thorbiorn told it as clearly as might be. Halldor asked whose rede this might be, and Thorbiorn said that his foster-mother urged him much thereto.
“That will bear no good,” said Halldor, “because she is cunning in sorcery, and such-like things are now forbidden.”
“I may not look closely into all these matters before-hand,” said Thorbiorn, “but in somewise or other shall this thing have an end if I may have my will. Now, how shall I go about it, so that I may come to the island?”
“Meseems,” says Halldor, “that thou trustest in somewhat, though I wot not how good that may be. But now if thou wilt go forward with it, go thou out to Meadness in the Fleets to Biorn my friend; a good keel he has, so tell him of my word, that I would he should lend you the craft, and thence ye may sail out to Drangey. But the end of your journey I see not, if Grettir is sound and hale: yea, and be thou sure that if ye win him not in manly wise, he leaves enough of folk behind to take up the blood-suit after him. And slay not Illugi if ye may do otherwise. But methinks I see that all is not according to Christ’s law in these redes.”
Then Halldor gave them six men withal for their journey; one was called Karr, another Thorleif, and a third Brand, but the rest are not named.
So they fared thence, eighteen in company, out to the Fleets, and came to Meadness and gave Biorn Halldor’s message, he said that it was but due for Halldor’s sake, but that he owed nought to Thorbiorn; withal it seemed to him that they went on a mad journey, and he let them from it all he might.
They said they might not turn back, and so went down to the sea, and put forth the craft, and all its gear was in the boat-stand hard by; so they made them ready for sailing, and foul enow the weather seemed to all who stood on land. But they hoisted sail, and the craft shot swiftly far into the firth, but when they came out into the main part thereof into deep water, the wind abated in such wise that they deemed it blew none too hard.
So in the evening at dusk they came to Drangey.
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CHAP. LXXXIV.
The Slaying of Grettir Asmundson.
Now it is to be told, that Grettir was so sick, that he might not stand on his feet, but Illugi sat beside him, and Noise was to keep watch and ward; and many words he had against that, and said that they would still think that life was falling from them, though nought had happed to bring it about; so he went out from their abode right unwillingly, and when he came to the ladders he spake to himself and said that now he would not draw them up; withal he grew exceeding sleepy, and lay down and slept all day long, and right on till Thorbiorn came to the island.
So now they see that the ladders are not drawn up; then spake Thorbiorn, “Now are things changed from what the wont was, in that there are none afoot, and their ladder stands in its place withal; maybe more things will betide in this our journey than we had thought of in the beginning: but now let us hasten to the hut, and let no man lack courage; for, wot this well, that if these men are hale, each one of us must needs do his best.”
Then they went up on to the island, and looked round about, and saw where a man lay a little space off the landing-place, and snored hard and fast. Therewith Thorbiorn knew Noise, and went up to him and drave the hilt of his sword against the ear of him, and bade him, “Wake up, beast! certes in evil stead is he who trusts his life to thy faith and troth.”
Noise looked up thereat and said, “Ah! now are they minded to go on according to their wont; do ye, may-happen, think my freedom too great, though I lie out here in the cold?”
“Art thou witless,” said Angle, “that thou seest not that thy foes are come upon thee, and will slay you all?”
Then Noise answered nought, but yelled out all he might, when he knew the men who they were.
“Do one thing or other,” says Angle, “either hold thy peace forthwith, and tell us of your abode, or else be slain of us.”
Thereat was Noise as silent as if he had been thrust under water; but Thorbiorn said, “Are they at their hut, those brothers? Why are they not afoot?”
“Scarce might that be,” said Noise, “for Grettir is sick and come nigh to his death, and Illugi sits over him.”
Then Angle asked how it was with their health, and what things had befallen. So Noise told him in what wise Grettir’s hurt had come about.
Then Angle laughed and said, “Yea, sooth is the old saw, Old friends are the last to sever; and this withal, Ill if a thrall is thine only friend, whereso thou art, Noise; for shamefully hast thou bewrayed thy master, albeit he was nought good.”
Then many laid evil things to his charge for his ill faith, and beat him till he was well-nigh past booting for, and let him lie there; but they went up to the hut and smote mightily on the door.
“Pied-belly[] is knocking hard at the door, brother,” says Illugi.
“Yea, yea, hard, and over hard,” says Grettir; and therewithal the door brake asunder.
Then sprang Illugi to his weapons and guarded the door, in such wise that there was no getting in for them. Long time they set on him there, and could bring nought against him save spear-thrusts, and still Illugi smote all the spear-heads from the shafts. But when they saw that they might thus bring nought to pass, they leapt up on to the roof of the hut, and tore off the thatch; then Grettir got to his feet and caught up a spear, and thrust out betwixt the rafters; but before that stroke was Karr, a home-man of Halldor of Hof, and forthwithal it pierced him through.
Then spoke Angle, and bade men fare warily and guard themselves well, “for we may prevail against them if we follow wary redes.”
So they tore away the thatch from the ends of the ridge-beam, and bore on the beam till it brake asunder.
Now Grettir might not rise from his knee, but he caught up the short-sword, Karr’s-loom, and even therewith down leapt those men in betwixt the walls, and a hard fray befell betwixt them. Grettir smote with the short-sword at Vikar, one of the followers of Hialti Thordson, and caught him on the left shoulder, even as he leapt in betwixt the walls, and cleft him athwart the shoulder down unto the right side, so that the man fell asunder, and the body so smitten atwain tumbled over on to Grettir, and for that cause he might not heave aloft the short-sword as speedily as he would, and therewith Thorbiorn Angle thrust him betwixt the shoulders, and great was that wound he gave.
Then cried Grettir, “Bare is the back of the brotherless.” And Illugi threw his shield over Grettir, and warded him in so stout a wise that all men praised his defence.
Then said Grettir to Angle, “Who then showed thee the way here to the island?”
Said Angle, “The Lord Christ showed it us.”
“Nay,” said Grettir, “but I guess that the accursed hag, thy foster-mother, showed it thee, for in her redes must thou needs have trusted.”
“All shall be one to thee now,” said Angle, “in whomsoever I have put my trust.”
Then they set on them fiercely, and Illugi made defence for both in most manly wise; but Grettir was utterly unmeet for fight, both for his wounds’ sake and for his sickness. So Angle bade bear down Illugi with shields, “For never have I met his like, amongst men of such age.”
Now thus they did, besetting him with beams and weapons till he might ward himself no longer; and then they laid hands on him, and so held him fast. But he had given some wound or other to the more part of those who had been at the onset, and had slain outright three of Angle’s fellows.
Thereafter they went up to Grettir, but he was fallen forward on to his face, and no defence there was of him, for that he was already come to death’s door by reason of the hurt in his leg, for all the thigh was one sore, even up to the small guts; but there they gave him many a wound, yet little or nought he bled.
So when they thought he was dead, Angle laid hold of the short-sword, and said that he had carried it long enough; but Grettir’s fingers yet kept fast hold of the grip thereof, nor could the short-sword be loosened; many went up and tried at it, but could get nothing done therewith; eight of them were about it before the end, but none the more might bring it to pass.
Then said Angle, “Why should we spare this wood-man here? lay his hand on the block.”
So when that was done they smote off his hand at the wrist, and the fingers straightened, and were loosed from the handle. Then Angle took the short-sword in both hands and smote at Grettir’s head, and a right great stroke that was, so that the short-sword might not abide it, and a shard was broken from the midst of the edge thereof; and when men saw that, they asked why he must needs spoil a fair thing in such wise.
But Angle answered, “More easy is it to know that weapon now if it should be asked for.”
They said it needed not such a deed since the man was dead already.
“Ah! but yet more shall be done,” said Angle, and hewed therewith twice or thrice at Grettir’s neck, or ever the head came off; and then he spake,
“Now know I for sure that Grettir is dead.”
In such wise Grettir lost his life, the bravest man of all who have dwelt in Iceland; he lacked but one winter of forty-five years whenas he was slain; but he was fourteen winters old when he slew Skeggi, his first man-slaying; and from thenceforth all things turned to his fame, till the time when he dealt with Glam, the Thrall; and in those days was he of twenty winters-; but when he fell into outlawry, he was twenty-five years old; but in outlawry was he nigh nineteen winters, and full oft was he the while in great trials of men; and such as his life was, and his needs, he held well to his faith and troth, and most haps did he foresee, though he might do nought to meet them.
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CHAP. LXXXV.
How Thorbiorn Angle claimed Grettir’s Head-money.
“A great champion have we laid to earth here,” said Thorbiorn; “now shall we bring the head aland with us, for I will not lose the money which has been laid thereon; nor may they then feign that they know not if I have slain Grettir.”
They bade him do his will, but had few words to say hereon, for to all the deed seemed a deed of little prowess.
Then Angle fell to speaking with Illugi,
“Great scathe it is of such a brave man as thou art, that thou hast fallen to such folly, as to betake thee to ill deeds with this outlaw here, and must needs lie slain and unatoned therefore.”
Illugi answered, “Then first when the Althing is over this summer, wilt thou know who are outlaws; but neither thou nor the carline, thy foster-mother, will judge in this matter, because that your sorcery and craft of old days have slain Grettir, though thou didst, indeed, bear steel against him, as he lay at death’s door, and wrought that so great coward’s deed there, over and above thy sorcery.”
Then said Angle, “In manly wise speakest thou, but not thus will it be; and I will show thee that I think great scathe in thy death, for thy life will I give thee if thou wilt swear an oath for us here, to avenge thyself on none of those who have been in this journey.”
Illugi said, “That might I have deemed a thing to talk about, if Grettir had been suffered to defend himself, and ye had won him with manliness and hardihood; but now nowise is it to be thought, that I will do so much for the keeping of my life, as to become base, even as thou art: and here I tell thee, once for all, that no one of men shall be of less gain to thee than I, if I live; for long will it be or ever I forget how ye have prevailed against Grettir. — Yea, much rather do I choose to die.”
Then Thorbiorn Angle held talk with his fellows, whether they should let Illugi live or not; they said that, whereas he had ruled the journey, so should he rule the deeds; so Angle said that he knew not how to have that man hanging over his head, who would neither give troth, nor promise aught.
But when Illugi knew that they were fully minded to slay him, he laughed, and spake thus,
“Yea, now have your counsels sped, even as my heart would.”
So at the dawning of the day they brought him to the eastern end of the island, and there slaughtered him; but all men praised his great heart, and deemed him unlike to any of his age.
They laid both the brothers in cairn on the island there; and thereafter took Grettir’s head, and bore it away with them, and whatso goods there were in weapons or clothes; but the good short-sword Angle would not put into the things to be shared, and he bare it himself long afterwards. Noise they took with them, and he bore himself as ill as might be.
At nightfall the gale abated, and they rowed aland in the morning. Angle took land at the handiest place, and sent the craft out to Biorn; but by then they were come hard by Oyce-land, Noise began to bear himself so ill, that they were loth to fare any longer with him, so there they slew him, and long and loud he greeted or ever he was cut down.
