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Also for a moment his eyes rested on old Snorro, who was no longer crouching over the hearth, but straight up and full of fire and interest; and Snorro answered the look with a nod, that meant something which all approved and understood; after which Liot continued in a voice full of a somber passion: "It was the very last night of the summer, and neither Gisli nor his true wife, Auda, could sleep.
The women let their knitting fall and sat with parted lips and shining eyes, and the men looked at Liot as men look whose hands are on their weapons. "So," continued Liot, "the men made for the crags; but Gisli fought like a hero, and in that bout four men were slain.
And when Gisli heard the clatter of the stones, he spake thus: "There goes a man down the hill-side, and somewhat big he is, and he is coming to meet us: now, therefore, let us go against him briskly, for here is good getting come to hand." His fellows said that this one would scarce run into their very hands, if he knew not his might; "And good it is that <i>he bewail who brought the woe</i>."
Thord accepted his offer and they began to have some talk together. Gisli asked: "Is it true what I hear that you are in difficulty how to rid yourself of a forest-man who is doing you much hurt?" "We have made no attempt yet," said Thord, "because a great many think he is difficult to reach, and have found it so." "It seems likely that you will have trouble with Bjorn, unless you drive him away.
But Gisli went on: "Yet by his side was his mighty sword, and we all knew it for Throng-plough, and were glad of it and of him and the unfenced breast of the dauntless. Six hours we went spreading wide through the thicket, not always seeing one another, but knowing one another to be nigh; those that knew the thicket best led, the others followed on.
Bor still spoke to his son through the stirring stories of the sagas, and Liot knew the lives of Thord and Odd, of Gisli and the banded men, and the tremendous drama of Nial and his sons, just as well as he knew the histories of the prophets and heroes of his Old Testament.
But my heart is stout as ever; Swords may bite, I feel no smart; Father! better heirloom never Owned thy son than fearless heart. And with these words he rushed down from the crag and clove Thord who was Eyjolf's kinsman to the very belt. There Gisli lost his life with many great and sore wounds.
Then he spake presently: "I am Gisli of the Shieldings: Otter sendeth me to the Hall-Sun; but on the way I was to tell tidings to the Houses west of the Water: so have I done.
Gisli ran right past that mountain and then across Coldriver-dale, and then through Aslaug's-lithe and above by Kolbeinstead, and then out into Burgh-lava; and by then was he in shirt and breech alone, and was now exceeding weary. Grettir still followed after him, and there was ever a stone's throw between them; and now he pulled up a great bush.
"For what must be must be; there is no help for it," sighed Liot. "So, then, love of wife and friends, and all that good-will dared, could not help Gisli, for the man was doomed even before his birth."
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