CHAPTER CX.
THE SLAYING OF HAUSKULD, THE PRIEST OF WHITENESS.
About that time Hauskuld, the Priest of Whiteness, awoke; he put on his
clothes, and threw over him his cloak, Flosi's gift. He took his
corn-sieve, and had his sword in his other hand, and walks towards the
fence, and sows the corn as he goes.
Skarphedinn and his band had agreed that they would all give him a
wound. Skarphedinn sprang up from behind the fence, but when Hauskuld
saw him he wanted to turn away, then Skarphedinn ran up to him and
said--
"Don't try to turn on thy heel, Whiteness priest," and hews at him, and
the blow came on his head, and he fell on his knees. Hauskuld said these
words when he fell--
"God help me, and forgive you!"
Then they all ran up to him and gave him wounds.
After that Mord said--
"A plan comes into my mind."
"What is that?" says Skarphedinn.
"That I shall fare home as soon as I can, but after that I will fare up
to Gritwater, and tell them the tidings, and say 'tis an ill deed; but I
know surely that Thorgerda will ask me to give notice of the slaying,
and I will do that, for that will be the surest way to spoil their suit.
I will also send a man to Ossaby, and know how soon they take any
counsel in the matter, and that man will learn all these tidings thence,
and I will make believe that I have heard them from him."
"Do so by all means," says Skarphedinn.
Those brothers fared home, and Kari with them, and when they came home
they told Njal the tidings.
"Sorrowful tidings are these," says Njal, "and such are ill to hear, for
sooth to say this grief touches me so nearly, that methinks it were
better to have lost two of my sons and that Hauskuld lived."
"It is some excuse for thee," says Skarphedinn, "that thou art an old
man, and it is to be looked for that this touches thee nearly."
"But this," says Njal, "no less than old age, is why I grieve, that I
know better than thou what will come after."
"What will come after?" says Skarphedinn.
"My d**h," says Njal, "and the d**h of my wife and of all my sons."
"What dost thou foretell for me?" says Kari.
"They will have hard work to go against thy good fortune, for thou wilt
be more than a match for all of them."
This one thing touched Njal so nearly that he could never speak of it
without shedding tears.
CHAPTER CXI.
OF HILDIGUNNA AND MORD VALGARD'S SON.
Hildigunna woke up and found that Hauskuld was away out of his bed.
"Hard have been my dreams," she said, "and not good; but go and search
for _him_, Hauskuld."
So they searched for him about the homestead and found him not.
By that time she had dressed herself; then she goes and two men with
her, to the fence, and there they find Hauskuld slain.
Just then, too, came up Mord Valgard's son's shepherd, and told her that
Njal's sons had gone down thence, "and," he said, "Skarphedinn called
out to me and gave notice of the slaying as done by him".
"It were a manly deed," she says, "if one man had been at it."
She took the cloak and wiped off all the blood with it, and wrapped the
gouts of gore up in it, and so folded it together and laid it up in her
chest.
Now she sent a man up to Gritwater to tell the tidings thither, but Mord
was there before him, and had already told the tidings. There, too, was
come Kettle of the Mark.
Thorgerda said to Kettle--
"Now is Hauskuld dead as we know, and now bear in mind what thou
promisedst to do when thou tookest him for thy foster-child."
"It may well be," says Kettle, "that I promised very many things then,
for I thought not that these days would ever befall us that have now
come to pa**; but yet I am come into a strait, for 'nose is next of kin
to eyes,' since I have Njal's daughter to wife."
"Art thou willing, then," says Thorgerda, "that Mord should give notice
of the suit for the slaying?"
"I know not that," says Kettle, "for methinks ill comes from him more
often than good."
But as soon as ever Mord began to speak to Kettle he fared the same as
others, in that he thought as though Mord would be true to him, and so
the end of their council was that Mord should give notice of the
slaying, and get ready the suit in every way before the Thing.
Then Mord fared down to Ossaby, and thither came nine neighbours who
dwelt nearest the spot.
Mord had ten men with him. He shows the neighbours Hauskuld's wounds,
and takes witness to the hurts, and names a man as the dealer of every
wound save one; that he made as though he knew not who had dealt it, but
that wound he had dealt himself. But the slaying he gave notice of at
Skarphedinn's hand, and the wounds at his brothers' and Kari's.
After that he called on nine neighbours who dwelt nearest the spot to
ride away from home to the Althing on the inquest.
After that he rode home. He scarce ever met Njal's sons, and when he did
meet them, he was cross, and that was part of their plan.
The slaying of Hauskuld was heard over all the land, and was ill-spoken
of. Njal's sons went to see Asgrim Ellidagrim's son, and asked him for
aid.
"Ye very well know that ye may look that I shall help you in all great
suits, but still my heart is heavy about this suit, for there are many
who have the blood feud, and this slaying is ill-spoken of over all the
land."
Now Njal's sons fare home.
CHAPTER CXII.
THE PEDIGREE OF GUDMUND THE POWERFUL.
There was a man named Gudmund the powerful, who dwelt at Modruvale in
Eyjafirth. He was the son of Eyjolf the son of Einar. Gudmund was a
mighty chief, wealthy in goods; he had in his house a hundred hired
servants. He overbore in rank and weight all the chiefs in the north
country, so that some left their homesteads, but some he put to d**h,
and some gave up their priesthoods for his sake, and from him are come
the greatest part of all the picked and famous families in the land,
such as "the Point-dwellers" and the "Sturlungs" and the "Hvamdwellers,"
and the "Fleetmen," and Kettle the bishop, and many of the greatest men.
Gudmund was a friend of Asgrim Ellidagrim's son, and so he hoped to get
his help.
CHAPTER CXIII.
OF SNORRI THE PRIEST, AND HIS STOCK.
There was a man named Snorri, who was surnamed the Priest. He dwelt at
Helgafell before Gudruna Oswif's daughter bought the land of him, and
dwelt there till she died of old age; but Snorri then went and dwelt at
Hvamsfirth on Sælingdale's tongue. Thorgrim was the name of Snorri's
father, and he was a son of Thorstein codcatcher. Snorri was a great
friend of Asgrim Ellidagrim's son, and he looked for help there also.
Snorri was the wisest and shrewdest of all these men in Iceland who had
not the gift of foresight. He was good to his friends, but grim to his
foes.
At that time there was a great riding to the Thing out of all the
Quarters, and men had many suits set on foot.
CHAPTER CXIV.
OF FLOSI THORD'S SON.
Flosi hears of Hauskuld's slaying, and that brings him much grief and
wrath, but still he kept his feelings well in hand. He was told how the
suit had been set on foot, as has been said, for Hauskuld's slaying, and
he said little about it. He sent word to Hall of the Side, his
father-in-law, and to Ljot his son, that they must gather in a great
company at the Thing. Ljot was thought the most hopeful man for a chief
away there east. It had been foretold that if he could ride three
summers running to the Thing, and come safe and sound home, that then he
would be the greatest chief in all his family, and the oldest man. He
had then ridden one summer to the Thing, and now he meant to ride the
second time.
Flosi sent word to Kol Thorstein's son, and Glum the son of Hilldir the
old, the son of Gerleif, the son of Aunund wallet-back, and to Modolf
Kettle's son, and they all rode to meet Flosi.
Hall gave his word, too, to gather a great company, and Flosi rode till
he came to Kirkby, to Surt Asbjorn's son. Then Flosi sent after Kolbein
Egil's son, his brother's son, and he came to him there. Thence he rode
to Headbrink. There dwelt Thorgrim the showy, the son of Thorkel the
fair. Flosi begged him to ride to the Althing with him, and he said yea
to the journey, and spoke thus to Flosi--
"Often hast thou been more glad, master, than thou art now, but thou
hast some right to be so."
"Of a truth," said Flosi, "that hath now come on my hands, which I would
give all my goods that it had never happened. Ill seed has been sown,
and so an ill crop will spring from it."
Thence he rode over Arnstacksheath, and so to Solheim that evening.
There dwelt Lodmund Wolf's son, but he was a great friend of Flosi, and
there he stayed that night, and next morning Lodmund rode with him into
the Dale.
There dwelt Runolf, the son of Wolf Aurpriest.
Flosi said to Runolf--
"Here we shall have true stories as to the slaying of Hauskuld, the
Priest of Whiteness. Thou art a truthful man, and hast got at the truth
by asking, and I will trust to all that thou tellest me as to what was
the cause of quarrel between them."
"There is no good in mincing the matter," said Runolf, "but we must say
outright that he has been slain for less than no cause; and his d**h is
a great grief to all men. No one thinks it so much a loss as Njal, his
foster-father."
"Then they will be ill off for help from men," says Flosi; "and they
will find no one to speak up for them."
"So it will be," says Runolf, "unless it be otherwise foredoomed."
"What has been done in the suit?" says Flosi.
"Now the neighbours have been summoned on the inquest," says Runolf,
"and due notice given of the suit for manslaughter."
"Who took that step?" asks Flosi.
"Mord Valgard's son," says Runolf.
"How far is that to be trusted?" says Flosi.
"He is of my kin," says Runolf; "but still, if I tell the truth of him,
I must say that more men reap ill than good from him. But this one thing
I will ask of thee, Flosi, that thou givest rest to thy wrath, and
takest the matter up in such a way as may lead to the least trouble. For
Njal will make a good offer, and so will others of the best men."
"Ride thou then to the Thing, Runolf," said Flosi, "and thy words shall
have much weight with me, unless things turn out worse than they
should."
After that they cease speaking about it, and Runolf promised to go to
the Thing.
Runolf sent word to Hatr the wise, his kinsman, and he rode thither at
once.
Thence Flosi rode to Ossaby.
CHAPTER CXV.
OF FLOSI AND HILDIGUNNA.
Hildigunna was out of doors, and said, "Now shall all the men of my
household be out of doors when Flosi rides into the yard; but the women
shall sweep the house and deck it with hangings, and make ready the
high-seat for Flosi."
Then Flosi rode into the town, and Hildigunna turned to him and said--
"Come in safe and sound and happy kinsman, and my heart is fain at thy
coming hither."
"Here," says Flosi, "we will break our fast, and then we will ride on."
Then their horses were tethered, and Flosi went into the sitting-room
and sat him down, and spurned the high-seat away from him on the dais,
and said--
"I am neither king nor earl, and there is no need to make a high-seat
for me to sit on, nor is there any need to make a mock of me."
Hildigunna was standing close by, and said--
"It is ill if it mislikes thee, for this we did with a whole heart."
"If thy heart is whole towards me, then what I do will praise itself if
it be well done, but it will blame itself if it be ill done."
Hildigunna laughed a cold laugh, and said--
"There is nothing new in that, we will go nearer yet ere we have done."
She sat her down by Flosi, and they talked long and low. After that the
board was laid, and Flosi and his band washed their hands. Flosi looked
hard at the towel and saw that it was all in rags, and had one end torn
off. He threw it down on the bench and would not wipe himself with it,
but tore off a piece of the table-cloth, and wiped himself with that,
and then threw it to his men.
After that Flosi sat down to the board and bade men eat.
Then Hildigunna came into the room and went before Flosi, and threw her
hair off her eyes and wept.
"Heavy-hearted art thou now, kinswoman," said Flosi, "when thou weepest,
but still it is well that thou shouldst weep for a good husband."
"What vengeance or help shall I have of thee?" she says.
"I will follow up thy suit," said Flosi, "to the utmost limit of the
law, or strive for that atonement which good men and true shall say that
we ought to have as full amends."
"Hauskuld would avenge thee," she said, "if he had the blood-feud after
thee."
"Thou lackest not grimness," answered Flosi, "and what thou wantest is
plain."
"Arnor Ornolf's son, of Forswaterwood," said Hildigunna, "had done less
wrong towards Thord Frey's priest thy father; and yet thy brothers
Kolbein and Egil slew him at Skaptarfells-Thing."
Then Hildigunna went back into the hall and unlocked her chest, and then
she took out the cloak, Flosi's gift, and in it Hauskuld had been slain,
and there she had kept it, blood and all. Then she went back into the
sitting room with the cloak; she went up silently to Flosi. Flosi had
just then eaten his full, and the board was cleared. Hildigunna threw
the cloak over Flosi, and the gore rattled down all over him.
Then she spoke and said--
"This cloak, Flosi, thou gavest to Hauskuld, and now I will give it back
to thee; he was slain in it, and I call God and all good men to witness,
that I adjure thee, by all the might of thy Christ, and by thy manhood
and bravery, to take vengeance for all those wounds which he had on his
dead body, or else to be called every man's dastard."
Flosi threw the cloak off him and hurled it into her lap, and said--
"Thou art the greatest hell-hag, and thou wishest that we should take
that course which will be the worst for all of us. But 'women's counsel
is ever cruel'."
Flosi was so stirred at this, that sometimes he was bloodred in the
face, and sometimes ashy pale as withered gra**, and sometimes blue as
d**h.
Flosi and his men rode away; he rode to Holtford, and there waits for
the sons of Sigfus and other of his men.
Ingialld dwelt at the Springs; he was the brother of Rodny, Hauskuld
Njal's son's mother. Ingialld had to wife Thraslauga, the daughter of
Egil, the son of Thord Frey's priest. Flosi sent word to Ingialld to
come to him, and Ingialld went at once, with fourteen men. They were all
of his household. Ingialld was a tall man and a strong, and slow to
meddle with other men's business, one of the bravest of men, and very
bountiful to his friends.
Flosi greeted him well, and said to him, "Great trouble hath now come on
me and my brothers-in-law, and it is hard to see our way out of it; I
beseech thee not to part from my suit until this trouble is past and
gone."
"I am come into a strait myself," said Ingialld, "for the sake of the
ties that there are between me and Njal and his sons, and other great
matters which stand in the way."
"I thought," said Flosi, "when I gave away my brother's daughter to
thee, that thou gavest me thy word to stand by me in every suit."
"It is most likely," says Ingialld, "that I shall do so, but still I
will now, first of all, ride home, and thence to the Thing."