indeed was that singing they heard.  Hrut alone knew what these goings-on meant, and bade no man look out that night, “and let every one who may keep awake, and no harm will come to us if that counsel is followed.”  But all the people fell asleep.  Hrut watched longest, and at last he too slept.  Kari was the name of a son of Hrut, and he was then twelve winters old.  He was the most promising of all Hrut’s sons, and Hrut loved him much.  Kari hardly slept at all, for to him the play was made; he did not sleep very soundly, and at last he got up and looked out, and walked in the direction of the enchantment, and fell down dead at once.  Hrut awoke in the morning, as also did his household, and missed his son, who was found dead a short way from the door.  This Hrut felt as the greatest bereavement, and had a cairn raised over Kari.  Then he rode to Olaf Hoskuldson and told him the tidings of what had happened there.  Olaf was madly wroth at this, and said it showed great lack of forethought that they had allowed such scoundrels as Kotkell and his family to live so near to him, and said that Thorliek had shaped for himself an evil lot by dealing as he had done with Hrut, but added that more must have been done than Thorliek had ever could have wished. [Sidenote:  Death of Kotkell and Grima] Olaf said too that forthwith Kotkell and his wife and sons must be slain, “late though it is now.”  Olaf and Hrut set out with fifteen men.  But when Kotkell and his family saw the company of men riding up to their dwelling, they took to their heels up to the mountain.  There Hallbjorn Whetstone-eye was caught and a bag was drawn over his head, and while some men were left to guard him others went in pursuit of Kotkell, Grima, and Stigandi up on the mountain.  Kotkell and Grima were laid hands on on the neck of land between Hawkdale and Salmon-river-Dale, and were stoned to death and a heap of stones thrown up over them, and the remains are still to be seen, being called Scratch-beacon.  Stigandi took to his heels south over the neck towards Hawkdale, and there got out of their sight.  Hrut and his sons went down to the sea with Hallbjorn, and put out a boat and rowed out from land with him, and they took the bag off his head and tied a stone round his neck.  Hallbjorn set gloating glances on the land, and the manner of his look was nowise of the goodliest.  Then Hallbjorn said, “It was no day of bliss when we, kinsfolk, came to this Combeness and met with Thorliek.  And this spell I utter,” says he, “that Thorliek shall from henceforth have but few happy days, and that all who fill his place have a troublous life there.”  And this spell, men deem, has taken great effect.  After that they drowned him, and rowed back to land.