Then said Audun, “Rashly hast thou done herein; what is thine errand then?”

Grettir said, “I will fight with thee.”

“First I will see about my victuals,” said Audun.

“That thou mayst well do,” said Grettir, “if thou canst not charge other folk therewith.”

Then Audun stooped down and caught up the curd-bag and dashed it against Grettir’s bosom, and bade him first take what was sent him; and therewith was Grettir all smothered in the curds; and a greater shame he deemed that than if Audun had given him a great wound.

Now thereon they rushed at one another and wrestled fiercely; Grettir set on with great eagerness, but Audun gave back before him.  Yet he feels that Grettir has outgrown him in strength.  Now all things in their way were kicked out of place, and they were borne on wrestling to and fro throughout all the hall; neither spared his might, but still Grettir was the toughest of the twain, and at last Audun fell, having torn all weapons from Grettir.

Now they grapple hard with one another, and huge cracking was all around them.  Withal a great din was heard coming through the earth underneath the farmstead, and Grettir heard some one ride up to the houses, get off his horse, and stride in with great strides; he sees a man come up, of goodly growth, in a red kirtle and with a helmet on his head.  He took his way into the hall, for he had heard clamorous doings there as they were struggling together; he asked what was in the hall.

Grettir named himself, “But who asks thereof?” quoth he.

“Bardi am I hight,” said the new comer.

“Art thou Bardi, the son of Gudmund, from Asbiornsness?”

“That very man am I,” said Bardi; “but what art thou doing?”

Grettir said, “We, Audun and I, are playing here in sport.”

“I know not as to the sport thereof,” said Bardi, “nor are ye even men either; thou art full of unfairness and overbearing, and he is easy and good to deal with; so let him stand up forthwith.”

Grettir said, “Many a man stretches round the door to the lock; and meseems it lies more in thy way to avenge thy brother Hall[12] than to meddle in the dealings betwixt me and Audun.”

[Footnote 12:  Who was killed in Norway by the sons of Harek, and whose revenge is told of in the Saga of the Heath slayings (existing in fragment).]

“At all times I hear this,” said Bardi, “nor know I if that will be avenged, but none the less I will that thou let Audun be at peace, for he is a quiet man.”

Grettir did so at Bardi’s bidding, nathless, little did it please him.  Bardi asked for what cause they strove.

Grettir sang—­

  “Prithee, Audun, who can tell,
  But that now thy throat shall swell;
  That from rough hands thou shalt gain
  By our strife a certain pain. 
  E’en such wrong as I have done,
  I of yore from Audun won,
  When the young, fell-creeping lad
  At his hands a choking had.”