Then Hauskuld said—­

“I do not set so much store by thy pride as to let it stand in the way of my bargains; and my will, not thine, shall carry the day if we fell out on any point.”

“The pride of all you kinsfolk is great,” she said, “and so it is not wonderful if I have some of it.”

With that she went away, and found her foster-father Thiostolf, and told him what was in store for her, and was very heavy-hearted.  Then Thiostolf said—­

“Be of good cheer, for thou wilt be married a second time, and then they will ask thee what thou thinkest of the match; for I will do in all things as thou wishest, except in what touches thy father or Hrut.”

After that they spoke no more of the matter, and Hauskuld made ready the bridal feast, and rode off to ask men to it.  So he came to Hrutstede and called Hrut out to speak with him.  Hrut went out, and they began to talk, and Hauskuld told him the whole story of the bargain, and bade him to the feast, saying—­

“I should be glad to know that thou dost not feel hurt though I did not tell thee when the bargain was being made.”

“I should be better pleased,” said Hrut, “to have nothing at all to do with it; for this match will bring luck neither to him nor to her; but still I will come to the feast if thou thinkest it will add any honour to thee.”

“Of course I think so,” said Hauskuld, and rode off home.

Oswif and Thorwald also asked men to come, so that no fewer than one hundred guests were asked.

There was a man named Swan, who dwelt in Bearfirth, which lies north from Steingrimsfirth.  This Swan was a great wizard, and he was Hallgerda’s mother’s brother.  He was quarrelsome, and hard to deal with, but Hallgerda asked him to the feast, and sends Thiostolf to him; so he went, and it soon got to friendship between him and Swan.

Now men come to the feast, and Hallgerda sat upon the cross-bench, and she was a very merry bride.  Thiostolf was always talking to her, though he sometimes found time to speak to Swan, and men thought their talking strange.  The feast went off well, and Hauskuld paid down Hallgerda’s portion with the greatest readiness.  After he had done that, he said to Hrut—­

“Shall I bring out any gifts beside?”

“The day will come,” answered Hrut, “when thou wilt have to waste thy goods for Hallgerda’s sake, so hold thy hand now.”

CHAPTER XI.

THORWALD’S SLAYING.

Thorwald rode home from the bridal feast, and his wife with him, and Thiostolf, who rode by her horse’s side, and still talked to her in a low voice.  Oswif turned to his son and said—­

“Art thou pleased with thy match? and how went it when ye talked together?”

“Well,” said he, “she showed all kindness to me.  Thou mightst see that by the way she laughs at every word I say.”