The Story of Grettir the Strong eBook

Allen French
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 319 pages of information about The Story of Grettir the Strong.

The Story of Grettir the Strong eBook

Allen French
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 319 pages of information about The Story of Grettir the Strong.

“I will go with thee, brother, though I know not that I shall be of any help to thee, unless it be that I shall be ever true to thee, nor run from thee whiles thou standest up; and moreover I shall know more surely how thou farest if I am still in thy fellowship.”

Grettir answered, “Such a man thou art, that I am gladder in thee than in any other; and if it cross not my mother’s mind, fain were I that thou shouldst fare with me.”

Then said Asdis, “Now can I see that it has come to this, that two troubles lie before us:  for meseems I may ill spare Illugi, yet I know that so hard is thy lot, Grettir, that thou must in somewise find rede therefor:  and howsoever it grieves me, O my sons, to see you both turn your backs on me, yet thus much will I do, if Grettir might thereby be somewhat more holpen than heretofore.”

Hereat was Illugi glad, for that he deemed it good to go with Grettir.

So she gave them much of her chattels, and they made them ready for their journey.  Asdis led them from out the garth, and before they parted she spake thus: 

“Ah, my sons twain, there ye depart from me, and one death ye shall have together; for no man may flee from that which is wrought for him:  on no day now shall I see either of you once again; let one fate be over you both, then; for I know not what weal ye go to get for yourselves in Drangey, but there shall ye both lay your bones, and many will begrudge you that abiding place.  Keep ye heedfully from wiles, yet none the less there shall ye be bitten of the edge of the sword, for marvellously have my dreams gone:  be well ware of sorcery, for little can cope with the cunning of eld.”

And when she had thus spoken she wept right sore.

Then said Grettir, “Weep not, mother, for if we be set on with weapons, it shall be said of thee, that thou hast had sons, and not daughters:  live on, well and hale.”

Therewithal they parted.  They fared north through the country side and saw their kin; and thus they lingered out the autumn into winter; then they turned toward Skagafirth and went north through Waterpass and thence to Reekpass, and down Saemunds-lithe and so unto Longholt, and came to Dinby late in the day.

Grettir had cast his hood back on to his shoulders, for in that wise he went ever abroad whether the day were better or worse.  So they went thence, and when they had gone but a little way, there met them a man, big-headed, tall, and gaunt, and ill clad; he greeted them, and either asked other for their names; they said who they were, but he called himself Thorbiorn:  he was a land-louper, a man too lazy to work, and a great swaggerer, and much game and fooling was made with him by some folk:  he thrust himself into their company, and told them much from the upper country about the folk there.  Grettir had great game and merriment of him; so he asked if they had no need of a man who should work for them, “for I would fain fare with you,” says he; and withal he got so much from their talk that they suffered him to follow them.

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