part for good.”  Then Giermund said, “Little luck will you get with the sword.”  Thured said she would take the risk of that.  “Then I lay thereon this spell,” said Giermund, “That this sword shall do to death the man in your family in who would be the greatest loss, and in a manner most ill-fated.”  After that Thured went home to Herdholt.  Olaf had then come home, and showed his displeasure at her deed, yet all was quiet.  Thured gave Bolli, her cousin, the sword Footbiter, for she loved him in no way less than her brothers.  Bolli bore that sword for a long time after.  After this Giermund got a favourable wind, and sailed out to sea, and came to Norway in the autumn.  They sailed one night on to some hidden rocks before Stade, and then Giermund and all his crew perished.  And that is the end of all there is to tell about Giermund.

CHAP.  XXXI

Thured’s Second Marriage, A.D. 980

[Sidenote:  Gudmund marries Thured] Olaf Hoskuldson now stayed at home in much honour, as has been told before.  There was a man named Gudmund, who was the son of Solmund, and lived at Asbjornness north in Willowdale.  He wooed Thured, and got her and a great deal of wealth with her.  Thured was a wise woman, high-tempered and most stirring.  Their sons were called Hall and Bard and Stein and Steingrim.  Gudrun and Olof were their daughters.  Thorbjorg, Olaf’s daughter, was of women the most beautiful and stout of build.  She was called Thorbjorg the Stout, and was married west in Waterfirth to Asgier, the son of Knott.  He was a noble man.  Their son was Kjartan, father of Thorvald, the father of Thord, the father of Snorri, the father of Thorvald, from whom is sprung the Waterfirth race.  Afterwards, Vermund, the son of Thorgrim, had Thorbjorg for wife.  Their daughter was Thorfinna, whom Thorstein Kuggason had for wife.  Bergthora, Olaf’s daughter, was married west in Deepfirth to Thorhall the Priest. [Sidenote:  Harri the Ox] Their son was Kjartan, father of Smith-Sturla, the foster son of Thord Gilson.  Olaf Peacock had many costly cattle.  He had one very good ox named Harri; it was dapple-grey of coat, and bigger than any other of his cattle.  It had four horns, two great and fair ones, the third stood straight up, and a fourth stood out of its forehead, stretching down below its eyes.  It was with this that he opened the ice in winter to get water.  He scraped snow away to get at pasture like a horse.  One very hard winter he went from Herdholt into the Broadfirth-Dales to a place that is now called Harristead.  There he roamed through the winter with sixteen other cattle, and got grazing for them all.  In the spring he returned to the home pastures, to the place now called Harris’-Lair in Herdholt land.  When Harri was eighteen winters old his ice-breaking horn fell off, and that same autumn Olaf had him killed.  The next night Olaf dreamed that a woman came to him, and she was great and wrathful to look at.  She