(1) Thorstein Codcatcher was the son of Thorolf Mostrarskegg,
the son of Ornolf Fish-driver, but Ari the Wise ways he was
the son of Thorgil Reydarside. Thorolf Mostrarskegg had to
wife Oska, the daughter of Thorstein the Red. The mother of
Thorgrim was named Thora, a daughter of Oleif the Shy, the
son of Thorstein the Red, the son of Oleif the White, the
son of Ingialld, the son of Helgi; but the mother of
Ingialld was Thora, a daughter of Sigurd Snake-eye, son of
Ragnar Hairybreeks; but the mother of Snorri the Priest was
Thordisa, the daughter of Sur, and the sister of Gisli.
114. 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 Amstacksheath, 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 RunoIf, 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;
