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There he lay for a week, his body covered with blisters, and afterwards went on to his own place. Grettir turned back, gathered up all the things which Gisli had thrown away and took them home. Gisli never got them back again; many thought he had only got what he deserved for his noisy boasting.
At last, full of great hurts, Gisli bade them wait awhile and they should have the end they wanted; for he would have time to sing this last song to his faithful Auda: 'Wife, so fair, so never-failing, So truly loved, so sorely cross'd, Thou wilt often miss me, wailing; Thou wilt weep thy hero lost.
In the spring after this Gisli prepared to go on board his ship and forbade in the strongest terms anything which belonged to him being carried South by the way of the mountains; for he said that the Fiend himself was there. Gisli when he went South to join his ship kept all the way along the coast and he never met Grettir again.
Grettir made a verse about their encounter: "The horse whose fighting teeth are blunted runs from the field before his foe. With many an afterthought ran Gisli. Gone is his fame, his glory lost!"
I believe in God the Father Almighty, and in Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost. And as for the cursing of man, dead or alive, I will not fear what it can do to me. Gisli was indeed well served for his mean, ungrateful deed, and it would have been better if the berserker Bjorn had cut his false heart out of him." "Such talk is not like you, David.
Great then was the joy in the Hall; and they took Gisli, and made much of him, and led him to the bath, and clad him in fine raiment taken from the coffer which was but seldom opened, because the cloths it held were precious; and they set a garland of green wheat-ears on his head. Then they fell to and spread the feast in the hall; and they ate and drank and were merry.
Gisli answered: "The fire is hottest to him who is in it; it is ill dealing with men from Hel." They had exchanged few more blows when Gisli threw away his arms and bolted right away along the foot of the mountain. Grettir gave him time to throw away whatever he liked, and at every opportunity he threw off something more of his clothes.
"In fighting ring where steed meets steed, The sluggish brute of mongrel breed, Certes will shrink back nothing less Before the stallion's dauntlessness, Than Gisli before me to-day; As, casting shame and clothes away, And sweating o'er the marsh with fear, He helped the wind from mouth and rear."
Thord liked the plot well, he rode home therewith and held his peace about this; but now things went according to the saw, <i>a listening ear in the holt is anear</i>; men had been by at the talk betwixt Thord and Gisli, who were friends to Biorn of Hitdale, and they told him all from end to end; so when Biorn and Grettir met, Biorn showed forth the whole matter to him, and said that now he might prove how he could meet a foe.
They obeyed. Grettir fell back a little and reached a stone which is still standing by the side of the way and is called Grettishaf, where he stood at bay. Gisli urged on his men, and Grettir saw that he was not quite so valiant as he pretended to be, for he kept well behind them.
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