They said he might do as he pleased, but they felt much disgusted, and thought his conduct contemptible.

Then Angle said to Illugi:  “It is a great pity that a man so valiant as you should have committed such a folly as to cast in your lot with this outlaw and follow his evil ways, at last to die unatoned.”

Illugi answered:  “When the All-Thing is over next summer you shall know who are outlawed.  Neither you nor the woman, your foster-mother, shall judge this case, for it is your spells and sorcery that have killed Grettir, though you bore your iron weapons against him when he was at the door of death.  Many a base deed did you do over and above your witchcraft.”

Angle said:  “You speak bravely, but it shall not be so.  I will show how I value you by sparing your life if you will swear by your honour to take no vengeance upon any person who has been with us on this occasion.”

“I might have thought of it,” he said, “if Grettir had been able to defend himself or if you had killed him in honourable battle.  But now you need not hope that I will try to save my life by becoming a poltroon like you.  I tell you at once that if I live no man shall be more burdensome to you than I. Long will it be before I forget how you have dealt with Grettir; far sooner will I choose to die.”

Then Thorbjorn consulted with his companions whether they should allow Illugi to live.  They said he should decide their doings himself, as he was the leader of the expedition.  Angle said he was not going to have a man threatening his head who would not promise to hold faith.  When Illugi knew that they intended to slay him he laughed and said:  “Now you have resolved upon that which was nearest to my heart.”

When the day broke they led him to the eastern side of the island and there slew him.  All praised his courage, and said there was no man of his years who was like him.  They buried both the brothers in the island, but took Grettir’s head with all weapons and clothes which had any value away with them.  His good sword Angle would not allow to come amongst the spoils for division, but bore it long himself.  They took Glaum with them, still complaining and resisting.  The weather had calmed down in the night, and in the morning they rowed to the mainland.  Angle sailed for the most convenient place, and sent the ship on to Bjorn.  When they came near to Osland, Glaum became so obstreperous that they refused to carry him any further and slew him there where he was, crying as loud as he could until he was killed.  Angle went home to Vidvik and considered that on this journey he had been successful.  They laid Grettir’s head in salt and put it for the winter in the out-house called Grettisbur in Vidvik.  Angle was much blamed for this affair when men came to know that Grettir had been overcome by sorcery.  He remained quietly at home till after Yule.  Then he went to seek Thorir in Gard and told him of the slayings, adding that he considered that he had a right to the money which had been put on Grettir’s head.