But when he had thus spoken, Hrut said—­

“Thou hast undertaken this suit, which belongs to thy daughter, rather for the greed of gain and love of strife than in kindliness and manliness.  But I shall have something to say against it; for the goods which belong to me are not yet in thy hands.  Now, what I have to say is this, and I say it out, so that all who hear me on this hill may bear witness:  I challenge thee to fight on the island; there on one side shall be laid all thy daughter’s dower, and on the other I will lay down goods worth as much, and whoever wins the day shall have both dower and goods; but if thou wilt not fight with me, then thou shalt give up all claim to these goods.”

Then Mord held his peace, and took counsel with his friends about going to fight on the island, and Jorund the priest gave him an answer.

“There is no need for thee to come to ask us for counsel in this matter, for thou knowest if thou fightest with Hrut thou wilt lose both life and goods.  He has a good cause, and is besides mighty in himself and one of the boldest of men.”

Then Mord spoke out, that he would not fight with Hrut, and there arose a great shout and hooting on the hill, and Mord got the greatest shame by his suit.

After that men ride home from the Thing, and those brothers Hauskuld and Hrut ride west to Reykiardale, and turned in as guests at Lund, where Thiostolf, Biorn Gullbera’s son, then dwelt.  There had been much rain that day, and men got wet, so long-fires were made down the length of the hall.  Thiostolf, the master of the house, sat between Hauskuld and Hrut, and two boys, of whom Thiostolf had the rearing, were playing on the floor, and a girl was playing with them.  They were great chatterboxes, for they were too young to know better.  So one of them said—­

“Now, I will be Mord, and summon thee to lose thy wife because thou hast not been a good husband to her.”

Then the other answered—­

“I will be Hrut, and I call on thee to give up all claim to thy goods, if thou darest not to fight with me.”

This they said several times, and all the household burst out laughing.  Then Hauskuld got wroth, and struck the boy who called himself Mord with a switch, and the blow fell on his face, and graced the skin.

“Get out with thee,” said Hauskuld to the boy, “and make no game of us;” but Hrut said, “Come hither to me,” and the boy did so.  Then Hrut drew a ring from his finger and gave it to him, and said—­

“Go away, and try no man’s temper henceforth.”

Then the boy went away saying—­

“Thy manliness I will bear in mind all my life.”

From this matter Hrut got great praise, and after that they went home; and that was the end of Mord’s and Hrut’s quarrel.

CHAPTER IX.

THORWALD GETS HALLGERDA TO WIFE.