Thence Flosi fared to Broaddale’s heath, and so to Hrafnkelstede, there dwelt Hrafnkell, the son of Thorir, the son of Hrafnkell Raum.  Flosi had a hearty welcome there, and sought for help and a promise to ride to the Thing from Hrafnkell, but he stood out a long while, though the end of it was that he gave his word that his son Thorir should ride with all their Thingmen, and yield him such help as the other priests of the same district.

Flosi thanked him and fared away to Bersastede.  There Holmstein son of Bersi the wise dwelt, and he gave Flosi a very hearty welcome.  Flosi begged him for help.  Holmstein said he had been long in his debt for help.

Thence they fared to Waltheofstede—­there Saurli Broddhelgi’s son, Bjarni’s brother, dwelt.  He had to wife Thordisa, a daughter of Gudmund the powerful, of Modruvale.  They had a hearty welcome there.  But next morning Flosi raised the question with Saurli that he should ride to the Althing with him, and bid him money for it.

“I cannot tell about that,” says Saurli, “so long as I do not know on which side my father-in-law Gudmund the powerful stands, for I mean to stand by him on whichever side he stands.”

“Oh!” said Flosi, “I see by thy answer that a woman rules in this house.”

Then Flosi stood up and bade his men take their upper clothing and weapons, and then they fared away, and got no help there.  So they fared below Lagarfleet and over the heath to Njardwick; there two brothers dwelt, Thorkel the allwise, and Thorwalld his brother; they were sons of Kettle, the son of Thidrandi the wise, the son of Kettle rumble, son of Thorir Thidrandi.  The mother of Thorkel the allwise and Thorwalld was Yngvillda, daughter of Thorkel the wise.  Flosi got a hearty welcome there; he told those brothers plainly of his errand, and asked for their help; but they put him off until he gave three marks of silver to each of them for their aid; then they agreed to stand by Flosi.

Their mother Yngvillda was by when they gave their words to ride to the Althing, and wept.  Thorkel asked why she wept; and she answered—­

“I dreamt that thy brother Thorwalld was clad in a red kirtle, and methought it was so tight as though it were sewn on him; methought too that he wore red hose on his legs and feet, and bad shoethongs were twisted round them; methought it ill to see when I knew he was so uncomfortable, but I could do naught for him.”

They laughed and told her she had lost her wits, and said her babble should not stand in the way of their ride to the Thing.

Flosi thanked them kindly, and fared thence to Weaponfirth and came to Hof.  There dwelt Bjarni Broddhelgi’s son.  Bjarni took Flosi by both hands, and Flosi bade Bjarni money for his help.

“Never,” says Bjarni, “have I sold my manhood or help for bribes, but now that thou art in need of help, I will do thee a good turn for friendship’s sake, and ride to the Thing with thee, and stand by thee as I would by my brother.”