the Trouble-Bard.  The third ship belonged to two brothers, one named Bjarni, and the other Thorhall; they were sons of Broad-river-Skeggi, out of Fleetlithe in the east.  All these men had wanted to go west to Iceland that summer, but the king had forbidden all these ships to sail because the Icelanders would not take the new faith that he was preaching.  All the Icelanders greeted Kjartan warmly, but especially Brand, as they had known each other already before.  The Icelanders now took counsel together and came to an agreement among themselves that they would refuse this faith that the king preached, and all the men previously named bound themselves together to do this.  Kjartan and his companions brought their ship up to the landing-stage and unloaded it and disposed of their goods. [Sidenote:  The swimming in the river Nid] King Olaf was then in the town.  He heard of the coming of the ship and that men of great account were on board.  It happened one fair-weather day in the autumn that the men went out of the town to swim in the river Nid.  Kjartan and his friends saw this.  Then Kjartan said to his companions that they should also go and disport themselves that day.  They did so.  There was one man who was by much the best at this sport. [Sidenote:  Kjartan and the townsman] Kjartan asked Bolli if he felt willing to try swimming against the townsman.  Bolli answered, “I don’t think I am a match for him.”  “I cannot think where your courage can now have got to,” said Kjartan, “so I shall go and try.”  Bolli replied, “That you may do if you like.”  Kjartan then plunges into the river and up to this man who was the best swimmer and drags him forthwith under and keeps him down for awhile, and then lets him go up again.  And when they had been up for a long while, this man suddenly clutches Kjartan and drags him under; and they keep down for such a time as Kjartan thought quite long enough, when up they come a second time.  Not a word had either to say to the other.  The third time they went down together, and now they keep under for much the longest time, and Kjartan now misdoubted him how this play would end, and thought he had never before found himself in such a tight place; but at last they come up and strike out for the bank.  Then said the townsman, “Who is this man?” Kjartan told him his name.  The townsman said, “You are very deft at swimming.  Are you as good at other deeds of prowess as at this?” Kjartan answered rather coldly, “It was said when I was in Iceland that the others kept pace with this one.  But now this one is not worth much.”  The townsman replied, “It makes some odds with whom you have had to do.  But why do you not ask me anything?” Kjartan replied, “I do not want to know your name.” [Sidenote:  Kjartan and King Olaf] The townsman answered, “You are not only a stalwart man, but you bear yourself very proudly as well, but none the less you shall know my name, and with whom you have been having a swimming match.  Here is Olaf the king, the son of Tryggvi.”