“That was very awkward of you,” said Audun.  “But what do you want here?”

“I want to fight with you.”

“First I must look after my dairy produce,” Audun said.

“You can do that,” answered Grettir, “if you have no one else to do it for you.”

Audun bent down, gathered up the skin and threw it right into Grettir’s breast, telling him to take what he sent him.  Grettir was all covered with curds, and felt more disgusted than at any wound which Audun could have given him.  Then they went for each other and wrestled pretty smartly.  Grettir rushed at him, but Audun escaped his grasp.  He saw, however, that Grettir had gained upon him.  They drove up and down the room, overthrowing everything that was near them.  Neither of them spared himself, but Grettir had the advantage, and at last Audun fell, after tearing off all Grettir’s weapons.  They struggled hard and the din was terrific.

Then there was a loud noise below.  Grettir heard a man ride up to the house, get off his horse and come quickly inside.  He saw a handsome man in a red jacket wearing a helmet.  Hearing the commotion going on in the room where they were wrestling, he came in and asked what was in the room.  Grettir told him his name; “but who is it that wants to know?” he asked.

“My name is Bardi,” answered the stranger.

“Are you Bardi the son of Gudmund from Asbjarnarnes?”

“The same,” he replied.  “But what are you after?”

Grettir said:  “I and Audun are playing here.”

“I don’t know about your play,” said Bardi.  “But you are not alike.  You are overbearing and insolent, while he is modest and good-natured.  Let him get up at once.”

Grettir said:  “Many a man seizes the lock for the door.  You would do better to avenge your brother Hall than to come between me and Audun when we are contending.”

“I am always hearing that,” said Bardi, “and I don’t know whether I shall ever obtain my vengeance.  But I want you to leave Audun in peace, for he is a quiet man.”

Grettir said he was willing to do so because of Bardi’s intercession, though he did not like it much.  Bardi asked what they were contending about.  Grettir replied in a verse: 

“I know not if for all your pride he may not try your throat to squeeze.  Thus when within my home I dwelt did he once belabour me.”

Bardi said there was certainly some excuse if he was taking revenge.  “Let me now settle it between you,” he said.  “Let matters remain as they are and cease your strife.”

So they consented, for they were kinsmen.  But Grettir had little liking for Bardi or his brothers.  They all rode away together.  On the way Grettir said:  “I hear, Bardi, that you intend to go South to Borgarfjord this summer; I propose that I shall go with you, which I think is more than you deserve.”

Bardi was very pleased with this offer, and at once accepted it most thankfully.  Then they parted.  Bardi then turned back and said to Grettir:  “I would like it to be understood that you only come with me if it meets with Thorarin’s approval, since all the arrangements for the expedition are with him.”