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154.  Now Flosi rides east to Hornfirth, and most of the men in his Thring followed him, and bore his wares east, as well as all his stores and baggage which he had to take with him.  After that they busked them for their voyage, and fitted out their ship.  Now Flosi stayed by the ship until they were "boun."  But as soon as they got a fair wind they put out to sea.  They had a long passage and hard weather.  Then they quite lost their reckoning.  It happened once that three great seas broke over their ship, one after the other.  Then Flosi said they must be near some land, and that this was a groundswell.  A great mist was on them, but the wind rose so that a great gust overtook them.  They scarce knew where they were before they were dashed on shore at dead of night, and there the men were saved, but the ship was dashed all to pieces, and they could not save their goods.  Then they had to look for shelter and warmth for themselves.  The day after they went up on a height.  The weather was then good.  Flosi asked if any man knew this land, and there were two men of their crew who had fared thither before, and said they were quite sure they knew it, and, say they, "We are come to Hrossey in the Orkneys."  "Then we might have made a better landfall," said Flosi, "for Grim and Helgi, Njal's sons, whom I slew, were in earl Sigurd Hlodver's son's bodyguard."  Then they sought for a hiding place, and spread moss over themselves, and so lay for a while, but not for long, ere Flosi spoke, and said, "We will not lie here so any longer until the landsmen are aware of us."  Then they arose and took counsel.  Then Flosi said to his men, "We will go all of us and give ourselves up to the earl;  for there is naught else to do, and the earl has our lives at his pleasure if he chooses to seek for them."  Then they all went away thence.  Flosi said that they must tell no man any tidings of their voyage or doings before he told them to the earl.  Then they walked on until they met men who showed them to the homestead.  Then they went in before the earl, and Flosi and all the others hailed him.  The earl asked what men they might be, and Flosi told his name, and said out of what part of Iceland he was.  The earl had already heard of the Burning, and so he knew the men at once.    Then the earl asked Flosi, "What hast thou to tell me about Helgi Njal's son, my henchman."  "This," said Flosi, "that I hewed off his head."  "Take them all," said the earl.  Then that was done.  Just then in came Thorstein, son of Hall of the Side.  Flosi had to wife Steinvora, Thorstein's sister.  Thorstein was one of earl Sigurd's bodyguard.  But when he saw Flosi seized and held, he went in before the earl, and offered for Flosi all the goods he had.  The earl was very wrath a long time, but at last the end of it was, by the prayer of good men and true, joined to those of Thorstein, for he was well backed by friends, and many threw in their word with his, that the earl took an atonement from them, and gave Flosi and all the rest of them peace.  The earl held to that custom of mighty men that Flosi took that place in his service which Helgi Njal's son had filled.  So Flosi was made earl Sigurd's henchman, and he soon won his way to great love with the earl.

155.  Those messmates Kari and Kolbein the black put out to sea from Eyrar half a month later than Flosi and his companions from Hornfirth.  They got a fine fair wind, and were but a short time out.  The first land they made was the Fair isle, it lies between Shetland and the Orkneys.  There that man whose name was David the white took Kari into his house;  he tells him all that he had heard for certain about the doings of the Burners.  He was one of Kari's greatest friends, and Kari stayed with him for the winter.  Then they heard tidings from the west out of the Orkneys of all that was done there.  Earl Sigurd bade to his feast at Yule earl Gilli, his brother in law, out of the Southern Isles;  he had to wife Swanlauga, (1) earl Sigurd's sister.  Then too came to see earl Sigurd that king from Ireland whose name was Sigtrygg.  He was a son of Olaf rattle, but his mother's name was Kormlada.  She was the fairest of all women, and best gifted in everything that was not in her own power, but it was the talk of men that she did all things ill over which she had any power. (2)  Brian was the name of the king who first had her to wife, but they were then parted.  He was the best natured of all kings.  He had his seat in Ireland at Kincora.  His brother's name was Wolf the quarrelsome, the greatest champion and warrior;  Brian's foster-child's name was Kerthialfad.  He was the son of king Kylfi, who had many wars with king Brian, and fled away out of the land before him, and became a hermit.  But when king Brian went south on a pilgrimage, then he met king Kylfi, and they were atoned.    Then king Brian took his son Kerthialfad to him, and loved him more than his own sons.  He was then full grown when these things happened, and was the boldest of men.  Duncan was the name of the first of king Brian's sons;  the second was Margad;  the third, Takt, whom we call Tann, he was the youngest of them;  but the elder sons of king Brian were full grown, and the briskest of men.  Kormlada was not the mother of king Brian's children, and so grim had she got againt king Brian after their parting, that she would gladly have him dead.  King Brian thrice forgave all his outlaws the same fault but if they misbehaved themselves oftener, then he let them be judged by the law;  and from this one may mark what a king he must have been.  Kormlada egged on her son Sigtrygg very much to kill king Brian.  She now sent him to earl Sigurd to beg for help.  King Sigtrygg came before Yule to the Orkneys, and there, too, came earl Gilli, as was written before.  Men were so placed that king Sigtrygg sat on a high seat in the middle, but on either side of the king sat one of the earls.  The men of king Sigtrygg and earl Gilli sat on the inner side away from him, but on the outer side away from earl Sigurd, sat Flosi and Thorstein, son of Hall of the Side, and the whole hall was full.  Now king Sigtrygg and earl Gilli wished to hear of those tidings which had happened at the Burning, and so, also, what had befallen since.  Then Gunnar Lambi's son was got to tell the tale, and a stool was set for him to sit upon.

156.  Just at that very time Kari and Kolbein and David the white came to Hrossey unawares to all men.  They went straightway up on land, but a few men watched the ship.  Kari and his fellows went straight to the earl's homestead, and came to the hall about drinking time.  It so happened that just then Gunnar was telling the story of the Burning, but they were listening to him meanwhile outside.  This was on Yule day itself.  Now king Sigtrygg asked, "How did Skarphedinn, bear the burning?"  "Well at first for a long time," said Gunnar, "but still the end of it was that he wept."  And he went on giving an unfair leaning through all the story, but every now and then he lied outright.  Kari could not stand this.  Then he ran in with his sword drawn, and sang this song: ---

         "Men of might in battle eager,

         Boast of burning Njal's abode,

         Have the princes heard how sturdy

         Seahorse racers sought revenge?

         Hath not since, on foemen holding

         High the shield's broad orb aloft,

         All that wrong been fully wroken?

         Raw flesh ravens got to tear."

So he ran in up the hall, and smote Gunnar Lambi's son on the neck with such a sharp blow, that his head spun off on to the board before the king and the earls, and the board was all one gore of blood, and the earl's clothing too.  Earl Sigurd knew the man that had done the deed, and called out, "Seize Kari and kill him."  Kari had been one of earl Sigurd's bodyguard, and he was of all men most beloved by his friends;  and no man stood up a whit more for the earl's speech.  "Many would say, Lord," said Kari, "that I have done this deed on your behalf, to avenge your henchman."  Then Flosi said, "Kari hath not done this without a cause;  he is in no atonement with us, and he only did what he had a right to do."  So Kari walked away, and there was no hue and cry after him.  Kari fared to his ship, and his fellows with him.  The weather was then good, and they sailed at once south to Caithness, and went on shore at Thraswick to the house of a worthy man whose name was Skeggi, and with him they stayed a very long while.  Those behind in the Orkneys cleansed the board, and bore out the dead man.  The earl was told that they had set sail south for Scotland.  King Sigtrygg said, "This was a mighty bold fellow, who dealt his stroke so stoutly, and never thought twice about it!"  Then earl Sigurd answered, "There is no man like Kari for dash and daring."  Now Flosi undertook to tell the story of the Burning and he was fair to all;  and therefore what he said was believed.  Then king Sigtrygg stirred in his business with earl Sigurd, and egged him on to go to the war with him against king Brian.  The earl was long steadfast but the end of it was that he said it might come about.  He said he must have his mother's hand for his help, and be king in Ireland, if they slew Brian.  But all his men besought earl Sigurd not to go into the war, but it was all no good.  So they parted on the understanding that earl Sigurd gave his word to go;  but king Sigtrygg promised him his mother and the kingdom.  It was so settled that earl Sigurd was to come with all his host to Dublin by Palm Sunday.  Then king Sigtrygg fared south to Ireland, and told his mother Kormlada that the earl had undertaken to come, and also what he had pledged himself to grant him.  She shewed herself well pleased at that, but said they must gather greater force still.  Sigtrygg asked whence this was to be looked for?  She said there were two vikings lying off the west of Man;  and they had thirty ships, and "they are men of such hardihood that nothing can withstand them.  The one's name is Ospak, and the other's Brodir.  Thou shalt fare to find them, and spare nothing to get them into thy quarrel, whatever price they ask."  Now king Sigtrygg fares and seeks the vikings, and found them lying outside off Man;  king Sigtrygg brings forward his errand at once, but Brodir shrank from helping him until he, king Sigtrygg, promised him the kingdom and his mother, and they were to keep this such a secret that earl Sigurd should know nothing about it;  Brodir too was to come to Dublin on Palm Sunday.  King Sigtrygg fared home to his mother, and told her how things stood.  After that those brothers, Ospak and Brodir, talked together, and then Brodir told Ospak all that he and Sigtrygg had spoken of, and bade him fare to battle with him against king Brian, and said he set much store on his going.  Ospak said he would not fight against so good a king.  Then they were both wrath, and sundered their band at once.  Ospak had ten ships and Brodir had twenty.  Ospak was a heathen, and the wisest of all men.  He laid his ships inside in a sound, but Brodir lay outside him.  Brodir had been a Christian man and a mass-deacon by consecration, but he had thrown off his faith and become God's dastard, and now worshipped heathen fiends, and he was of all men most skilled in sorcery.  He had that coat of mail on which no steel would bite.  He was both tall and strong, and had such long locks that he tucked them under his belt.  His hair was black.

157.  It so happened one night that a great din passed over Brodir and his men, so that they all woke, and sprang up and put on their clothes.  Along with that came a shower of boiling blood.  Then they  covered themselves with their shields, but for all that many were scalded.  This wonder lasted all till day, and a man had died on board every ship.  Then they slept during the day.  The second night there was again a din, and again they all sprang up.  Then swords leapt out of their sheaths, and axes and spears flew about in the air and fought.  The weapons pressed them so hard that they had to shield themselves, but still many were wounded, and again a man died out of every ship.  This wonder lasted all till day.  Then they slept again the day after.  The third night there was a din of the same kind.  Then ravens flew at them, and it seemed to them as though their beaks and claws were of iron.  The ravens pressed them so hard that they had to keep them off with their swords, and covered themselves with their shields.  This went on again till day, and then another man had died in every ship.  Then they went to sleep first of all, but when Brodir work up, he drew his breath painfully, and bade them put off the boat.  "For," he said, "I would go to see Ospak."  Then he got into the boat and some men with him.  But when he found Ospak he told him of the wonders which had befallen them, and bade him say what he thought they boded.  Ospak would not tell him before he pledged him peace, and Brodir promised him peace but Ospak still shrank from telling him till night fell. (3)  Then Ospak still shrank and said ---" When blood rained on you, therefore shall ye shed many men's blood, both of your own and others.  But when ye heard a great din, then ye must have been shewn the crack of doom, and ye shall all die speedily.  But when weapons fought against you, that must forbode a battle;  but when ravens pressed you, that marks the devils which ye put faith in, and who will drag you all down to the pains of hell."  Then Brodir was so wroth that he could answer never a word.  But he went at once to his men, and made them lay his ships in a line across the sound, and moor them by bearing cables on shore, and meant to slay them all next morning.  Ospak saw all their plan.  Then he vowed to take the true faith and to go to king Brian, and follow him till his deathday.  Then he took that counsel to lay his ships in a line, and punt them along the shore with poles, and cut the cables of Brodir's ships.  Then the ships of Brodir's men began to fall aboard of one another.  But they were all fast asleep;  and then Ospak and his men got out of the firth, and so west to Ireland, and came to Kincora.  Then Ospak told king Brian all that he had learnt, and took baptism, and gave himself over into the king's hand.  After that king Brian made them gather force over all his realm, and the whole host was to come to Dublin in the week before Palm Sunday.

158.    Earl Sigurd Hlodver's son busked himself from the Orkneys, and Flosi offered to go with him.  The earl would not have that, since he had his pilgrimage to fulfil.  Flosi offered fifteen men of his band to go on the voyage, and the earl accepted them, but Flosi fared with earl Gilli to the southern isles.  Thorstein, the son of Hall of the Side, went along with earl Sigurd and Hrafn the red, and Erling of Straumey.  He would not that Hareck should go, but said he would be sure to tell him first the tidings of his voyage.  The earl came with all his host on Palm Sunday to Dublin, and there too was come Brodir with all his host.  Brodir tried by sorcery how the fight would go.  But the answer ran thus, that if the fight were on Good Friday king Brian would fall but win the day;  but if they fought before, they would all fall who were against him.  Then Brodir said that they must not fight before the Friday.  Then on the fifth day of the week a man rode up to Kormlada and her company on an apple-gray horse, and in his hand he held a halberd;  he talked long with them.  King Brian came with all his host to the burg, and on the Friday the host fared out of the burg, and both armies were drawn up in array.  Brodir was on one wing of the battle, but king Sigtrygg on the other.  Earl Sigurd was in the mid battle. Now it must be told of king Brian that he would not fight on the fastday, and so a shieldburg (4) was thrown round him, and his host was drawn up in array in front of it.  Wolf the quarrelsome was on that wing of the battle against which Brodir stood.  But on the other wing, were Sigtrygg stood against them, were Ospak and his sons.  But in mid-battle was Kerthialfad, and before him the banners were borne.  Now the wings fall on one another, and there was a very hard fight.  Brodir went through the host of the foe, and felled all the foremost that stood there, but no steel would bite on him.  Wolf the quarrelsome turned then to meet him, and thrust at him twice so hard that Brodir fell before him at each thrust, and was well-night not getting on his feet again.  But as soon as ever he found his feet, he fled away into the wood at once.  Earl Sigurd had a hard battle against Kerthialfad, and Kerthialfad came on so fast that he laid low all who were in the front rank, and he broke the array of earl Sigurd right up to his banner, and slew the bannerbearer.  Then he got another man to bear the banner, and there was again a hard fight.  Kerthialfad smote this man to his death at once, and so on one after the other all who stood near him.  Then earl Sigurd called on Thorstein, the son of Hall of the Side, to bear the banner, and Thorstein was just about to lift the banner, but then Amundi the white said, "Don't bear the banner!  for all they who bear it get their death."  "Hrafn the red!"  called out earl Sigurd, "Bear thou the banner."  "Bear thine own devil thyself," answered Hrafn.  Then the earl said "Tis fittest that the beggar should bear the bag;"  and with that he took the banner from the staff and put it under his cloak.  A little after Amundi the white was slain, and then the earl was pierced through with a spear.  Ospak had gone through all the battle on his wing, he had been sore wounded, and lost both his sons ere king Sigtrygg fled before him.  Then flight broke out throughout all the host.  Thorstein Hall of the Side's son stood still while all the others fled, and tied his shoestring.  Then Kerthialfad asked why he ran not as the others.  "Because," said Thorstein, "I can't get home tonight, since I am at home out in Iceland."  Kerthialfad gave him peace.  Hrafn the red was chased out into a certain river;  he thought he saw there the pains of hell down below him and he thought the devils wanted to drag him to them.  Then Hrafn said, "Thy dog, (5) Apostle Peter! hath run twice to Rome, and he would run a third time if thou gavest him leave."  Then the devils let him loose, and Hrafn got across the river.  Now Brodir saw that king Brian's men were chasing the fleers, and that there were few men by the Shieldburg.  Then he rushed out of the wood, and broke through the shieldburg, and hewed at the king.  The lad Takt threw his arm in the way, and the stroke took it off and the king's head too, but the king's blood came on the lad's stump, and the stump was healed by it on the spot.  Then Brodir called out with a loud voice, "Now man can tell man that Brodir felled Brian."  Then men ran after those who were chasing the fleers, and they were told that king Brian had fallen, and then they turned back straightway, both Wolf the quarrelsome and Kerthialfad.  Then they threw a ring round Brodir and his men, and threw branches of trees upon them, and so Brodir was taken alive.  Wolf the quarrelsome cut open his belly, and led him round and round the trunk of a tree, and so wound all his entrails out of him, and he did not die before they were all drawn out of him.  Brodir's men were slain to a man.  After that they took king Brian's body and laid it out.  The king's head had grown to the trunk.  Fifteen men of the Burners fell in Brian's battle, and there too fell Halldor the son of Gudmund the powerful, and Erling of Straumey.  On Good Friday that event happened in Caithness that a man whose name was Daurrud went out.  He saw folk riding twelve together to a bower, and there they were all lost to his sight.  He went to the bower.  He looked in through a window slit that was in it and saw that there were women inside, and they had set up a loom.  Men's heads were the weights, but men's entrail's were the warp and weft.  A sword served for a shuttle, and the reels were arrows.  They sang these songs, but he learnt them by heart --


"See!  warp is stretched

For warriors' fall,

Lo!  weft in loom

'Tis wet with blood;

Now fight foreboding,

'Neath friends' swift fingers,

Our gray woof waxeth

With war's alarms,

Our warp bloodred,

Our weft corseblue.

This woof is y-woven

With entrails of men,

This warp is hardweighted

With heads of the slain,

Spears blood-besprinkled

For spindles we use,

Our loom ironbound,

And arrows our reels;

With swords for our shuttles

This war-woof we work;

So weave we, weird sisters,

Our warwinning woof.

Now War-winner walketh

To weave in her turn,

Now Swordswinger steppeth,

Now Swiftstroke, now Storm;

When they speed the shuttle

How spearheads shall flash!

Shields crash, and helm-gnawer (6)

On harnes bite hard!

Wind we wind swiftly

Our warwinning woof,

Woof erst for king youthful

Foredoomed as his own.

Forth now we will ride,

Then through the ranks rushing,

Be busy where friends

Blows blithe give and take.

Wind we, wind swiftly

Our warwinning woof,

After that let us steadfastly

Stand by the brave king;

Then men shall mark mournful

Their shields red with gore,

How Swordstroke and Spearthrust

Stood stout by the prince.

Wind we, wind swiftly

Our warwinning woof;

When sword-bearing rovers

To banners rush on,

Mind, maidens, we spare not

One life in the fray!

We corse-choosing sisters

Have charge of the slain.

Now new-coming nations

That island shall rule,

Who on outlying headlands

Abode ere the fight;

I say that king mighty

To death now is done,

Now low before spear point

That earl bows his head.

Soon over all Ersemen

Sharp sorrow shall fall,

That woe to those warriors

Shall wane nevermore.

Our woof now is woven,

Now battlefield waste,

O'er land and o'er water

War tidings shall leap.

Now surely 'tis gruesome

To gaze all around,

When blood-red through heaven

Drives cloudrack o'er head;

Air soon shall be deep hued

With dying men's blood

When this our spaedom

Comes speedy to pass.

So cheerily chant we

Charms for the young king,

Come maidens lift loudly

His warwinning lay;

Let him who now listens

Learn well with his ears,

And gladden brave swordsmen

With bursts of war's song.

Now mount we our horses,

Now bare we our brands,

Now haste we hard, maidens,

Hence far, far, away."


         Then they plucked down the woof and tore it asunder, and each kept what she had hold of.  Now Daurrud goes away from the slit, and home;  but they got on thier steeds and rode six to the south, and the other six to the north.  A like event befell Brand Gneisti's son in the Faroe isles.  At Swinefell, in Iceland, blood came on the priest's stole on Good Friday, so that he had to put it off.  At Thvattwater the priest thought he saw on Good Friday a deep of the sea hard by the altar, and there he saw many awful sights, and it was long ere he could sing the hours.  This even happened in the Orkneys, that Hareck thought he saw earl Sigurd, and some men with him.  Then Hareck took his horse and rode to meet the earl.  Men saw that they met and rode under a brae, but they were never seen again, and not a scrap was ever found of Hareck.  Earl Gilli in the Southern isles dreamed that a man came to him and said his name was Hostfinn, and told him he was come from Ireland.  The earl thought he asked him for tidings thence, and then he sang this song.


"I have been were warriors wrestled,

High in Erin sang the sword,

Ross to boss met many bucklers,

Steel run sharp on rattling helm;

I can tell of all their struggle;

Sigurd fell in flight of spears;

Brian fell, but kept his kingdom

Ere he lost one drop of blood."


         Those two, Flosi and the earl, talked much of this dream.  A week after, Hrafn the red came thither, and told them all the tidings of Brian's battle, the fall of the king and of earl Sigurd, and Brodir, and all the vikings.  "What," said Flosi, "hast thou to tell me of my men?"  "They all fell there," says Hrafn, "but thy brother in law Thorstein took peace from Kerthialfad, and is now with him."  Flosi says to the earl that he would now go away, "for we have our pilgrimage south to fulfill."  The earl bade him go as he wished, and gave him a ship and all else that he needed, and much silver.  Then they sailed to Wales, and stayed there a while.

159.    Kari, Solmund's son, told master Skeggi that he wished he would get him a ship.  So master Skeggi gave Kari a longship, fully trimmed and manned, and on board it went Kari, and David the white, and Kolbein the black.  Now Kari and his fellows sailed south off Scotland's firths, and there they found men from the Southern isles.  They told Kari the tidings from Ireland, and also that Flosi was gone to Wales, and his men with him.  But when Kari heard that he told his messmates that he would hold on south to Wales, to fall in with Flosi and his band.  He bade them then to part from his company, if they liked it better, and said that he would not wish to beguile any man into mischief, because he thought he had not yet had revenge enough on them for his wrongs.  All chose to go with him.  Then he sails south to Wales, and there they lay in hiding in a creek out of the way.  That morning Kol Thorstein's son went into the town to buy silver.  He of all the burners had used the bitterest words.  Kol had talked much with a mighty dame, and he had so knocked the nail on the head, that it was all but fixed that he was to have her, and settle down there.  That same morning Kari went also into the town.  He came up when Kol was telling the silver.  Kari knew him, and ran at him with drawn sword and smote him on the neck.  But he still went on telling the silver, and his head counted "ten" just as it spun off the body.  Kari said, "Go and tell this to Flosi, that Kari Solmund's son hath slain Kol Thorstein's son.  I give notice of this slaying as done by my hand."  Then Kari went to his ship, and told his shipmates of the manslaughter.  Then they sailed north to Beruwick, and laid up their ship, and fared up into Whitherne in Scotland, and were with earl Malcolm that year.  But when Flosi heard of Kol's slaying, he laid out his body, and bestowed much money on his burial.  Flosi never uttered any wrathful words against Kari.  Thence Flosi fared south across the sea and began his pilgrimage, and went on south, and did not stop till he came to Rome.  There he got so great honour that he took absolution from the Pope himself, and for that he gave a great sum of money.  Then he fared back again by the east road, and stayed long in towns, and went in before mighty men, and had from them great honour.  He was in Norway the winter after, and took a ship from earl Eric to sail out, and he gave him much meal, and many other men behaved handsomely to him.  Now he sailed out to Iceland, and ran into Hornfirth, and thence fared home to Swinefell.  He had then fulfilled all the terms of his atonement, both in fines and foreign travel.

160.     Now it is to be told of Kari that the summer after he went down to his ship and sailed south across the sea, and began his pilgrimage in Normandy.  And went south and got absolution and fared back by the western way, and took his ship again in Normandy, and sailed in her north across the sea to Dover in England.  Thence he sailed west, round Wales, and so north, off Scotland's firths, and did not stay his course till he came to Thraswick in Caithness, to master Skeggi's house.  Then he gave over the ship of burden to Kolbein and David.  Kolbein sailed in that ship to Norway, but David stayed behind in the Fair isle.  Kari was that winter in Caithness.  In this winter his housewife died out in Iceland.  The next summer Kari busked him for Iceland.  Skeggi gave him a ship of burden, and there were eighteen of them on board her.  They were rather late "boun," but still they put to sea, and had a long passage, but at last they made Ingolf's-head.  There their ship was dashed all to pieces, but the men's lives were saved.  Then, too, a snow-storm came on them.  Now they ask Kari what counsel shall be taken;  but he said their best plan was to go to Swinefell and put Flosi's manhood to the proof.  Now they went right up to Swinefell in the storm.  Flosi was in the sitting room.  He knew Kari as soon as ever he came into the room, and sprang up to meet him, and kissed him, and sat him down in the high seat by his side.  Flosi asked Kari to be there that winter, and Kari took his offer.  Then they were atoned with a full atonement.  Then Flosi gave away his brother's daughter Hildigunna, whom Hauskuld the priest of Whiteness had had to wife to Kari.  They dwelt first at Broadwater.  Men say that the end of Flosi's life was, that he fared abroad, when he had grown old, to seek for timber to build him a hall;  and he was in Norway that winter;  but the next summer he was late "boun."  Men told him that his ship was not seaworthy.  Flosi said she was good enough for an old and "fey" man, and bore his goods shipboard and put out to sea.  But of that ship no tidings were ever heard.  These were the children of Kari Solmud's son and Helga Njal's daughter --- Thorgerda and Ragneida, Valgerda, and Thord who was burnt in Njal's house.  But the children of Hildigunna and Kari were these, Starkad, and Thord, and Flosi.  The son of Burning-Flosi was Kolbein, who had been the most famous man of any of that stock.  And here we end the story of Burnt Njal.



1.            In ch. 90 she is called Nereid.

2.            That is, she had the best natural gifts, but what she did out of her own will was bad.

3.            Cd. 132 adds, "for Brodir never slew a man by night."

4.            "Shieldburg," that is, a ring of men holding their shields locked together.

5.            "Thy dog," etc.  Meaning that he would go a third time on pilgrimage to Rome if St. Peter helped him out of this strait.

6.            "Helm-gnawer," the sword that bites helmets.


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