out afterwards. Kettle of the Mark caught hold of him, and

dragged him out, he asked carefully after his father-in-law Njal,

but the steward told him the whole truth. Then Kettle said,

“Great grief hath been sent on us, when we have had to share such

ill-luck together.”

Skarphedinn saw how his father laid him down, and how he laid

himself out, and then he said, “Our father goes early to bed, and

that is what was to be looked for, for he is an old man.”

Then Skarphedinn, and Kari, and Grim, caught the brands as fast

as they dropped down, and hurled them out at them, and so it went

on awhile. Then they hurled spears in at them, but they caught

them all as they flew, and sent them back again.

Then Flosi bade them cease shooting, “for all feats of arms will

go hard with us when we deal with them; ye may well wait till the

fire overcomes them.”

So they do that, and shoot no more.

Then the great beams out of the roof began to fall, and

Skarphedinn said, “Now must my father be dead, and I have neither

heard groan nor cough from him.”

Then they went to the end of the hall, and there had fallen down

a crossbeam inside which was much burnt in the middle.

Kari spoke to Skarphedinn, and said, “Leap thou out here, and I

will help thee to do so, and I will leap out after thee, and then

we shall both get away if we set about it so, for hitherward

blows all the smoke.”

“Thou shalt leap first,” said Skarphedinn; “but I will leap

straightway on thy heels.”

“That is not wise,” says Kari, “for I can get out well enough

elsewhere, though it does not come about here.”

“I will not do that,” says Skarphedinn; “leap thou out first, but

I will leap after thee at once.”

“It is bidden to every man,” says Kari, “to seek to save his life

while he has a choice, and I will do so now; but still this

parting of ours will be in such wise that we shall never see one

another more; for if I leap out of the fire, I shall have no mind

to leap back into the fire to thee, and then each of us will have

to fare his own way.”

“It joys me, brother-in-law,” says Skarphedinn, “to think that if

thou gettest away thou wilt avenge me.”

Then Kari took up a blazing bench in his hand, and runs up along

the crossbeam, then he hurls the bench out at the roof, and it

fell among those who were outside.

Then they ran away, and by that time all Kari’s upper clothing

and his hair were a-b1aze, then he threw himself down from the

roof, and so crept along with the smoke.

Then one man said who was nearest, “Was that a man that leapt out

at the roof?”

“Far from it,” says another; “more likely it was Skarphedinn who

hurled a firebrand at us.”

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