The king said:  “You are worthy enough; but I know not what fortune you will have in defending yourself.  It is quite possible that you did not intend to burn the men in the house.”

Grettir said that he was most anxious to prove his innocence if the king would permit him.  Then the king bade him relate faithfully all that had happened.  Grettir told him everything exactly as it was, and declared that they were all alive when he escaped with his fire; he was ready to undergo any ordeal which the king considered that the law required.

King Olaf said:  “I decree that you shall bear iron, if your fate so wills it.”

Grettir was quite content with that, and began his fast for the ordeal.  When the day for the ceremony arrived the king and the bishop went to the church together with a multitude of people who came out of curiosity to see a man so much talked about as Grettir.  At last Grettir himself was led to the church.  When he entered many looked at him and remarked that he excelled most men in strength and stature.  As he passed down the aisle there started up a very ill-favoured, overgrown boy and cried to him: 

“Wondrous are now the ways in a land where men should call themselves Christians, when evil-doers and robbers and thieves walk in peace to purge themselves.  What should a wicked man find better to do than to preserve his life so long as he may?  Here is now a malefactor convicted of guilt, one who has burnt innocent men in their houses, and yet is allowed to undergo purgation.  Such a thing is most unrighteous.”

Then he went at Grettir, pointing at him with his finger, making grimaces and calling him son of a sea-ogress, with many other bad names.  Then Grettir lost his temper and his self-control.  He raised his hand and gave him a box on the ear so that he fell senseless, and some thought he was dead.  No one seemed to know whence the boy had come nor what became of him afterwards, but it was generally believed that he was some unclean spirit sent forth for the destruction of Grettir.

There arose an uproar in the church; people told the king that the man who had come to purge himself was fighting with those around him.  King Olaf came forward into the church to see what was going on, and said: 

“You are a man of ill luck, Grettir.  All was prepared for the ordeal, but it cannot take place now.  It is not possible to contend against your ill-fortune.”

Grettir said:  “I expected, oh king, more honour from you for the sake of my family than I now seem likely to obtain.”

Then he told again the story as he had done before of what had taken place with the men.  “Gladly,” he said, “would I enter your service; there is many a man with you who is not my better as a warrior.”

“I know,” said the king, “that few are your equals in strength and courage, but your luck is too bad for you to remain with me.  You have my leave to depart in peace whithersoever you will for the winter, and then in the summer you may return to Iceland, where you are destined to lay your bones.”