his horse out of the way, but the spear flew in front of Flosi’s
horse, and missed him, but it struck Thorstein’s middle, and down
he fell at once dead off his horse.
Now Ingialld runs for the wood, and they could not get at him.
Then Flosi said to his men, “Now have we gotten manscathe, and
now we may know, when such things befall us, into what a luckless
state we have got. Now it is my counsel that we ride up to
Threecorner Ridge; thence we shall be able to see where men ride
all over the country, for by this time they will have gathered
together a great band, and they will think that we have ridden
east to Fleetlithe from Threecorner Ridge; and thence they will
think that we are riding north up on the fell, and so east to our
own country, and thither the greater part of the folk will ride
after us; but some will ride the coast road east to
Selialandsmull, and yet they will think there is less hope of
finding us thitherward, but I will now take counsel for all of
us, and my plan is to ride up into Threecorner-fell, and bide
there till three suns have risen and set in heaven.”
ENDNOTES:
(1) “Son of Gollnir,” Njal, who was the son of Thorgeir Gelling
or Gollnir.
(2) “My friends,” ironically of course.
130. OF KARI SOLMUND’S SON
Now it is to be told of Kari Solmund’s son that he fared away
from that hollow in which he had rested himself until he met
Bard, and those words passed between them which Geirmund had
told.
Thence Kari rode to Mord, and told him the tidings, and he was
greatly grieved.
Kari said there were other things more befitting a man than to
weep for them dead, and bade him rather gather folk and come to
Holtford.
After that he rode into Thursodale to Hjallti Skeggi’s son, and
as he went along Thurso water, he sees a man riding fast behind
him. Kari waited for the man, and knows that he was Ingialld of
the Springs. He sees that he is very bloody about the thigh; and
Kari asked Ingialld who had wounded him, and he told him.
“Where met ye two?” says Kari.
“By Rangwater side,” says Ingialld, “and he threw a spear over
at me.”
“Didst thou aught for it?” asks Kari.
“I threw the spear back,” says Ingialld, “and they said that it
met a man, and he was dead at once.”
“Knowest thou not,” said Kari, “who the man was?”
“Methought he was like Thorstein Flosi’s brother’s son,” says
Ingialld.
“Good luck go with thy hand,” says Kari.
After that they rode both together to see Hjallti Skeggi’s son,
and told him the tidings. He took these deeds ill, and said
