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 tablecloth, 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 sittingroom 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 abjure
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 grass, and
sometimes blue as death.
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 (1). Ingialld had to wife
Thraslauga, the daughter of Egil, the son of Thord Frey’s priest
(2). Flosi sent word to Ingialld to come to him, and Ingialld
went at once, with fourteen men. They were all of his household.
