“Gunnar’s brothers,” said Njal, “Kolskegg and Hjort, were there,
and one of them got his death and the other a flesh wound.”
“Thou speakest nothing but what is law,” says Mord, “though it is
hard to abide by it.”
Then Hiallti Skeggi’s son of Thursodale, stood forth and said. “I
have had no share in any of your lawsuits; but I wish to know
whether thou wilt do something, Gunnar, for the sake of my words
and friendship.”
“What askest thou?” says Gunnar.
“This,” he says, “that ye lay down the whole suit to the award
and judgment of good men and true.”
“If I do so,” said Gunnar, “then thou shalt never be against me,
whatever men I may have to deal with.”
“I will give my word to that,” says Hjallti.
After that he tried his best with Gunnar’s adversaries, and
brought it about that they were all set at one again. And after
that each side gave the other pledges of peace; but for
Thorgeir’s wound came the suit for seduction, and for the hewing
in the wood, Starkad’s wound. Thorgeir’s brothers were atoned
for by half fines, but half fell away for the onslaught on
Gunnar. Egil’s slaying and Tyrfing’s lawsuit were set off
against each other. For Hjort’s slaying, the slaying of Kol and
of the Easterling were to come, and as for all the rest, they
were atoned for with half fines.
Njal was in this award, and Asgrim Ellidagrim’s son, and Hjallti
Skeggi’s son.
Njal had much money out at interest with Starkad, and at Sandgil
too, and he gave it all to Gunnar to make up these fines.
So many friends had Gunnar at the Thing, that he not only paid up
there and then all the fines on the spot, but gave besides gifts
to many chiefs who had lent him help; and he had the greatest
honour from the suit; and all were agreed in this, that no man
was his match in all the South Quarter.
So Gunnar rides home from the Thing and sits there in peace, but
still his adversaries envied him much for his honour.
66. OF THORGEIR OTKELL’S SON
Now we must tell of Thorgeir Otkell’s son; he grew up to be a
tall strong man, true-hearted and guileless, but rather too ready
to listen to fair words. He had many friends among the best men,
and was much beloved by his kinsmen.
Once on a time Thorgeir Starkad’s son had been to see his kinsman
Mord.
“I can ill brook,” he says, “that settlement of matters which we
and Gunnar had, but I have bought thy help so long as we two are
above ground; I wish thou wouldest think out some plan and lay it
deep; this is why I say it right out, because I know that thou
art Gunnar’s greatest foe, and he too thine. I will much
increase thine honour if thou takest pains in this matter.”
“It will always seem as though I were greedy of gain, but so it
