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Updated: June 25, 2025
On the North gate Hiarandi of the Elkings was the point of the Markmen's wedge, and first clave the Roman press. In the Eastern gate it was Valtyr, Otter's brother's son, a young man and most mighty. In the South gate it was Geirbald of the Shieldings, the Messenger.
"Doubtful played the foredoomed fate Round the sword in that debate, When the bearserks' outlawed crew, In the days of yore I slew. Screamed the worm of clashing lands When Hiarandi dropped his hands Biorn and Gunnar cast away, Hope of dwelling in the day.
Said Wolfkettle, "We will lead you to him; he is on the east side of the water, with all his host, and they are hard on departing." So they went down the ford, which was not very deep; and Wolfkettle rode the ford behind Geirbald, and another man behind Viglund; but Hiarandi went afoot with the others beside the horses, for he was a very tall man.
Grettir turned about nimbly, and drew the short-sword, and saw that there was Hiarandi.
"Nay," said Hiarandi, "This that I tell thee is not a tale of past days, but a tale of to-day.
Therefore now meseemeth that not many of us shall see the cities of the South, and those few belike shall look on their own shackles therewithal." "Nay," said Hiarandi, "What is all this? heard ye ever of a company of fighting men that fared afield, and found the foe, and came back home leaving none behind them?" Said the Beaming: "Yet seldom have I heard a child foretell the death of warriors.
Yet again the Hall-Sun spake: "No aliens now are dwelling in the Mark; come hither, ye men of the kindreds! Come thou, our brother Hiarandi of the Elkings, for thy sisters, our wives, are fain of thee. Come thou, Valtyr of the Laxings, brother's son of Otter; do thou for the War-duke what thy father's brother had done, had he not been faring afar.
And or ever they came to the water's edge, they were met by Wolfkettle of the Wolfings, and Hiarandi of the Elkings, and three others who were but just come from the place where the hurt men lay down in a dale near the Great Ridge; there had Wolfkettle and Hiarandi been tending Toti of the Beamings, their fellow-in-arms, who had been sorely hurt in the battle, but was doing well, and was like to live.
There he sat, and the others in that ring of men looked sadly upon him; such as Arinbiorn of the Bearings, and Wolfkettle and Thorolf of his own House, and Hiarandi of the Elkings, and Geirbald the Shielding, the messenger of the woods, and Fox who had seen the Roman Garth, and many others.
Said Wolfkettle: "And hast thou learned all this from the ancient story lays, O Hiarandi? For some of them I know, though not all, and therein have I noted nothing of all this. Is there some new minstrel arisen in thine House of a memory excelling all those that have gone before? If that be so, I bid him to the Roof of the Wolfings as soon as may be; for we lack new tales."
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