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.”
ENDNOTES:
(1) They were children of Hauskuld the White, the son of
Ingialld the Strong, the son of Gerfinn the Red, the son of
Solvi, the son of Tborstein Baresarks-bane.
(2) The mother of Egil was Thraslauga, the daughter of Thorstein
Titling; the mother of Thraslauga was Unna, the daughter of
Eyvind Karf.
116. OF FLOSI AND MORD AND THE SONS OF SIGFUS
The sons of Sigfus heard how Flosi was at Holtford, and they rode
thither to meet him, and there were Kettle of the Mark, and Lambi
his brother, Thorkell and Mord, the sons of Sigfus, Sigmund their
brother, and Lambi Sigurd’s son, and Gunnar Lambi’s son, and
Grani Gunnar’s son, and Vebrand Hamond’s son.
Flosi stood up to meet them, and greeted them gladly. So they
went down the river. Flosi had the whole story from them about
the slaying, and there was no difference between them and Kettle
of the Mark’s story.
Flosi spoke to Kettle of the Mark, and said, “This now I ask of
thee; how tightly are your hearts knit as to this suit, thou and
the other sons of Sigfus?”
“My wish is,” said Kettle, “that there should be peace between
us, but yet I have sworn an oath not to part from this suit till
it has been brought somehow to an end; and to lay my life on it.”
“Thou art a good man and true,” said Flosi, “and it is well to
have such men with one.”
Then Grani Gunnar’s son and Lambi Sigurd’s son both spoke
together, and said, “We wish for outlawry and death.”
“It is not given us,” said Flosi, “both to share and choose, we
must take what we can get.”
“I have had it in my heart,” says Grani, “ever since they slew
Thrain by Markfleet, and after that his son Hauskuld, never to be
atoned with them by a lasting peace, for I would willingly stand
by when they were all slain, every man of them.”
“Thou hast stood so near to them,” said Flosi, “that thou
