“The day will come,” answered Hrut, “when thou wilt have to waste

thy goods for Hallgerda’s sake, so hold thy hand now.”

11. THORWALD’S SLAYING

Throwald rode home from the bridal feast, and his wife with him,

and Thiostolf, who rode by her horse’s side, and still talked to

her in a low voice. Oswif turned to his son and said, “Art thou

pleased with thy match? and how went it when ye talked

together.”

“Well,” said he, “she showed all kindness to me. Thou mightst

see that by the way she laughs at every word I say.”

“I don’t think her laughter so hearty as thou dost,” answered

Oswif, “but this will be put to the proof by and by.”

So they ride on till they come home, and at night she took her

seat by her husband’s side, and made room for Thiostolf next

herself on the inside. Thiostolf and Thorwald had little to do

with each other, and few words were thrown away between them that

winter, and so time went on. Hallgerda was prodigal and

grasping, and there was nothing that any of their neighbours had

that she must not have too, and all that she had, no matter

whether it were her own or belonged to others she wasted. But

when the spring came there was a scarcity in the house, both of

meal and stock fish, so Hallgerda went up to Thorwald and said,

“Thou must not be sitting indoors any longer, for we want for

the house both meal and fish.

“Well,” said Thorwald, “I did not lay in less for the house this

year than I laid in before, and then it used to last till

summer.”

“What care I,” said Hallgerda, “if thou and thy father have made

your money by starving yourselves.”

Then Thorwald got angry and gave her a blow on the face and drew

blood, and went away and called his men and ran the skiff down to

the shore. Then six of them jumped into her and rowed out to the

Bearisles, and began to load her with meal and fish.

Meantime it is said that Hallgerda sat out of doors heavy at

heart. Thiostolf went up to her and saw the wound on her face,

and said, “Who has been playing thee this sorry trick?”

“My husband, Thorwald,” she said, “and thou stoodst aloof, though

thou wouldst not if thou hadst cared at all for me.”

“Because I knew nothing about it,” said Thiostolf, “but I will

avenge it.”

Then he went away down to the shore and ran out a six-oared boat,

and held in his hand a great axe that he had with a haft overlaid

with iron. He steps into the boat and rows out to the

Bearisles, and when he got there all the men had rowed away but

Thorwald and his followers, and he stayed by the skiff to load

her, while they brought the goods down to him. So Thiostolf came

up just then and jumped into the skiff, and began to load with

him, and after a while he said, “Thou canst do but little at this

work, and that little thou dost badly.”

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