Hall, the brother of Ingjald, the Sheepisles’ Priest, came to Bjorn isles for fishing. [Sidenote:  Thorolf’s quarrel] He took ship as one of the crew with a man called Thorolf.  He was a Broadfirth man, and was well-nigh a penniless vagrant, and yet a brisk sort of a man.  Hall was there for some time, and palmed himself off as being much above other men.  It happened one evening when they were come to land, Hall and Thorolf, and began to divide the catch, that Hall wished both to choose and to divide, for he thought himself the greater man of the two.  Thorolf would not give in, and there were some high words, and sharp things were said on both sides, as each stuck to his own way of thinking.  So Hall seized up a chopper that lay by him, and was about to heave it at Thorolf’s head, but men leapt between them and stopped Hall; but he was of the maddest, and yet unable to have his way as at this time.  The catch of fish remained undivided.  Thorolf betook himself away that evening, and Hall took possession of the catch that belonged to them both, for then the odds of might carried the day.  Hall now got another man in Thorolf’s place in the boat, and went on fishing as before.  Thorolf was ill-contented with his lot, for he felt he had come to shame in their dealings together; yet he remained in the islands with the determination to set straight the humble plight to which he had been made to bow against his will. [Sidenote:  Hall’s death] Hall, in the meantime, did not fear any danger, and thought that no one would dare to try to get even with him in his own country.  So one fair-weather day it happened that Hall rowed out, and there were three of them together in the boat.  The fish bit well through the day, and as they rowed home in the evening they were very merry.  Thorolf kept spying about Hall’s doings during the day, and is standing in the landing-place when Hall came to land.  Hall rowed in the forehold of the boat, and leapt overboard, intending to steady the boat; and as he jumped to land Thorolf happens to be standing near, and forthwith hews at him, and the blow caught him on his neck against the shoulder, and off flew his head.  Thorolf fled away after that, and Hall’s followers were all in a flurried bustle about him.  The story of Hall’s murder was told all over the islands, and every one thought it was indeed great news; for the man was of high birth, although he had had little good luck.  Thorolf now fled from the islands, for he knew no man there who would shelter him after such a deed, and he had no kinsmen he could expect help from; while in the neighbourhood were men from whom it might be surely looked for that they would beset his life, being moreover men of much power, such as was Ingjald, the Sheepisles’ Priest, the brother of Hall. [Sidenote:  Thorolf’s flight] Thorolf got himself ferried across to the mainland.  He went with great secrecy.  Nothing is told of his journey, until one evening he came to Goddistead.  Vigdis, the wife of Thord Goddi, was