Now Grettir might not rise from his knee, but he caught up the short-sword, Karr’s-loom, and even therewith down leapt those men in betwixt the walls, and a hard fray befell betwixt them.  Grettir smote with the short-sword at Vikar, one of the followers of Hialti Thordson, and caught him on the left shoulder, even as he leapt in betwixt the walls, and cleft him athwart the shoulder down unto the right side, so that the man fell asunder, and the body so smitten atwain tumbled over on to Grettir, and for that cause he might not heave aloft the short-sword as speedily as he would, and therewith Thorbiorn Angle thrust him betwixt the shoulders, and great was that wound he gave.

Then cried Grettir, “Bare is the back of the brotherless.”  And Illugi threw his shield over Grettir, and warded him in so stout a wise that all men praised his defence.

Then said Grettir to Angle, “Who then showed thee the way here to the island?”

Said Angle, “The Lord Christ showed it us.”

“Nay,” said Grettir, “but I guess that the accursed hag, thy foster-mother, showed it thee, for in her redes must thou needs have trusted.”

“All shall be one to thee now,” said Angle, “in whomsoever I have put my trust.”

Then they set on them fiercely, and Illugi made defence for both in most manly wise; but Grettir was utterly unmeet for fight, both for his wounds’ sake and for his sickness.  So Angle bade bear down Illugi with shields, “For never have I met his like, amongst men of such age.”

Now thus they did, besetting him with beams and weapons till he might ward himself no longer; and then they laid hands on him, and so held him fast.  But he had given some wound or other to the more part of those who had been at the onset, and had slain outright three of Angle’s fellows.

Thereafter they went up to Grettir, but he was fallen forward on to his face, and no defence there was of him, for that he was already come to death’s door by reason of the hurt in his leg, for all the thigh was one sore, even up to the small guts; but there they gave him many a wound, yet little or nought he bled.

So when they thought he was dead, Angle laid hold of the short-sword, and said that he had carried it long enough; but Grettir’s fingers yet kept fast hold of the grip thereof, nor could the short-sword be loosened; many went up and tried at it, but could get nothing done therewith; eight of them were about it before the end, but none the more might bring it to pass.

Then said Angle, “Why should we spare this wood-man here? lay his hand on the block.”

So when that was done they smote off his hand at the wrist, and the fingers straightened, and were loosed from the handle.  Then Angle took the short-sword in both hands and smote at Grettir’s head, and a right great stroke that was, so that the short-sword might not abide it, and a shard was broken from the midst of the edge thereof; and when men saw that, they asked why he must needs spoil a fair thing in such wise.