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One day, when Grim and Helgi, Njal's sons, had ridden away to Holar to see their children, who were at nurse there, they heard strange tidings from some poor woman, that the country side was stirring and that bands of men were gathering together, and were seen riding along the same road. At this news Grim and Helgi looked at each other. 'Let us go home to Bergthorasknoll, said they.
And, as they went, men joined them, till they numbered nigh on a hundred when they reached Bergthorasknoll. Kari entered the hall first and led them up to the spot where the bed had stood, and where a great heap of ashes now covered it. The ashes took long to clear away, and underneath was the oxhide, charred and shrivelled.
'Are you riding back to your wife? asked he of Kari, his son-in-law; and Kari made answer, 'Whatever happens to you, happens to me! and they all stayed at Bergthorasknoll. In the house dwelt an old, old woman, so old that she had nursed Bergthora, Njal's wife, and she was wise and could see into the future.
So it was done, and not a whit too soon, for a very great company scattered over the country, seeking Flosi and his Band of Burners for by this ill name men knew them. As for Kari himself, he begged Hjallti, Njal's cousin, to go with him to Bergthorasknoll and find Njal's bones and bury them.
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