“It will be better for you,” he replied, “to let me provide.”

So it came about that as Thorarin desired, word was not sent to Grettir.  Bardi went to the South and the battle of the Heath was fought.

Grettir was at Bjarg when he received the news that Bardi had started on his expedition.  He was very angry that word had not been sent to him, and said it should not end there.  He found out when they were expected back from the South, and rode off to Thoreyjargnup, where he meant to lie in wait for Bardi and his men as they rode back.  He left the homestead behind and remained at the cliffs.  On that day rode Bardi back from the battle of the Heath from Tvidaegra; there were six of them in his party, all sorely wounded.  When they came to the homestead Bardi said:  “There is a man up there on the cliff, very tall and armed.  Whom do you take him for?”

They could not say who he was.  Bardi said:  “I believe it is Grettir the son of Asmund.  If it is, he will be wanting to meet us, for I expect he is little pleased at not having been with us.  It seems to me that we are not in a very fit condition if he wants to annoy us.  I will send home to Thoreyjargnup for some men and not allow myself to be put out by his evil intentions.”

They said that was the best thing he could do, and it was done.  Bardi’s party rode on; Grettir watched where they were going and went there too.  They met and greeted each other.  Grettir asked what the news was, and Bardi told him without hesitation.  Grettir asked who had been with them.  Bardi answered that his brothers and Eyjvolf his brother-in-law had been with him.

“You have wiped out your disgrace,” said Grettir.  “Now the next thing is for us two here to try which is the stronger.”

“I have more urgent business,” said Bardi, “than to fight with you about nothing.  I think I may be excused that now.”

“It seems to me that you are afraid, Bardi; that is the reason why you dare not fight me.”

“Call it what you please.  If you wish to bully, find some one else; that seems to be what you want, for your insolence passes all bounds.”

Grettir thought luck was against him.  He hesitated now whether he should attack any of them; it seemed rather rash as they were six and he was only one.  Then the men from Thoreyjargnup came up and joined Bardi’s party, so he left them and went back to his horse.  Bardi and his men went on, and there was no greeting between them when they parted.  We are not told that any strife arose between Bardi and Grettir after this.

Grettir once said that he would trust himself to fight with most men if there were not more than three against him.  Even with four he would not give way without trying, but more he would not attempt, except in self-defence.  Thus he says in a verse: 

“Oh skilled in war!  When three are before me I yet will endeavour to fight with them all.  But more than four I dare not encounter in the clashing of arms, if the choice is with me.”

On leaving Bardi, Grettir returned to Bjarg, and was much aggrieved at finding nothing to try his strength on.  He sought everywhere for something to fight with.