Grettir slew two of the Halogaland men there in the enclosure.  Four of the serving-men then came up.  They had not been able to agree upon which arms each should take, but they came out to the attack directly the berserks were running away; when these turned against them they fell back on the house.  Six of the ruffians fell, all slain by Grettir’s own hand; the other six then fled towards the landing place and took refuge in the boat-house, where they defended themselves with oars.  Grettir received a severe blow from one of them and narrowly escaped a serious hurt.

The serving-men all went home and told great stories of their own exploits.  The lady wanted to know what had become of Grettir, but they could not tell her.  Grettir slew two men in the boat-house, but the other four got away, two in one direction, two in another.  He pursued those who were nearest to him.  The night was very dark.  They ran to Vindheim, the place spoken of before, and took refuge in a barn, where they fought for a long time until at last Grettir killed them.  By this time he was terribly stiff and exhausted.  The night was far spent; it was very cold and there were driving snow-storms.  He felt little inclination to go after the two who yet remained, so he went back home.  The goodwife kindled a light and put it in a window in the loft at the top of the house, where it served him as a guide, and he was able to find his way home by the light.  When he came to the door the mistress came to meet him and bade him welcome.

“You have earned great glory,” she said, “and have saved me and my household from a disgrace never to be redeemed if you had not delivered us.”

“I think I am much the same person as I was last evening when you spoke so roughly to me,” said Grettir.

“We knew not then the might that was in you,” she said, “as we know it now.  Everything in the house shall be yours, so far as it is fitting for me to bestow and right for you to receive.  I doubt not that Thorfinn will reward you in a better way when he comes home.”

“There is little that I want as a reward at present,” said Grettir.  “But I accept your offer until your husband returns.  I think now that you will be able to sleep in peace undisturbed by the berserks.”

Grettir drank little before he retired and lay all night in his armour.  In the morning, directly the day broke, all the men of the island were called together to go forth and search for the two berserks who had escaped.  They were found at the end of the day lying under a rock, both dead from cold and from their wounds; they were carried away and buried in a place on the shore beneath the tide, with some loose stones over them, after which the islanders returned home, feeling that they could live in peace.  When Grettir came back to the house and met the mistress he spoke a verse: 

“Near the surging sea the twelve lie buried.  I stayed not my hand but slew them alone.  Great lady! what deed that is wrought by a man shall be sung of as worthy if this be deemed small.”

She answered:  “Certainly you are very unlike any other man now living.”  She set him in the high seat and gave him the best of everything.  So it remained until Thorfinn returned.