to Laugar they told the tidings.  Gudrun gave out her pleasure thereat, and then the arm of Thorolf was bound up; it healed slowly, and was never after any use to him.  The body of Kjartan was brought home to Tongue, but Bolli rode home to Laugar. [Sidenote:  Gudrun’s greeting] Gudrun went to meet him, and asked what time of day it was.  Bolli said it was near noontide.  Then spake Gudrun, “Harm spurs on to hard deeds (work); I have spun yarn for twelve ells of homespun, and you have killed Kjartan.”  Bolli replied, “That unhappy deed might well go late from my mind even if you did not remind me of it.”  Gudrun said “Such things I do not count among mishaps.  It seemed to me you stood in higher station during the year Kjartan was in Norway than now, when he trod you under foot when he came back to Iceland.  But I count that last which to me is dearest, that Hrefna will not go laughing to her bed to-night.”  Then Bolli said and right wroth he was, “I think it is quite uncertain that she will turn paler at these tidings than you do; and I have my doubts as to whether you would not have been less startled if I had been lying behind on the field of battle, and Kjartan had told the tidings.”  Gudrun saw that Bolli was wroth, and spake, “Do not upbraid me with such things, for I am very grateful to you for your deed; for now I think I know that you will not do anything against my mind.”  After that Osvif’s sons went and hid in an underground chamber, which had been made for them in secret, but Thorhalla’s sons were sent west to Holy-Fell to tell Snorri Godi the Priest these tidings, and therewith the message that they bade him send them speedily all availing strength against Olaf and those men to whom it came to follow up the blood-suit after Kjartan. [Sidenote:  An comes to life] At Saelingsdale Tongue it happened, the night after the day on which the fight befell, that An sat up, he who they had all thought was dead.  Those who waked the bodies were very much afraid, and thought this a wondrous marvel.  Then An spake to them, “I beg you, in God’s name, not to be afraid of me, for I have had both my life and my wits all unto the hour when on me fell the heaviness of a swoon.  Then I dreamed of the same woman as before, and methought she now took the brushwood out of my belly and put my own inwards in instead, and the change seemed good to me.”  Then the wounds that An had were bound up and he became a hale man, and was ever afterwards called An Brushwood-belly.  But now when Olaf Hoskuld’s son heard these tidings he took the slaying of Kjartan most sorely to heart, though he bore it like a brave man.  His sons wanted to set on Bolli forthwith and kill him.  Olaf said, “Far be it from me, for my son is none the more atoned to me though Bolli be slain; moreover, I loved Kjartan before all men, but as to Bolli, I could not bear any harm befalling him.  But I see a more befitting business for you to do.  Go ye and meet the sons of Thorhalla, who are now sent to Holy-Fell with the errand of summoning