“You want to begin again provoking me to attack you, Atli,” he said.  “Why have you taken away my workman?  It is a most improper thing to do.”

Atli replied:  “It is not very clear to me that he is your workman.  I do not want to keep him if you can prove that he belongs to your household; but I cannot drive him out of my house.”

“You must have your way now,” said Thorbjorn; “but I claim the man and protest against his working for you.  I shall come again, and it is not certain that we shall then part any better friends than we are now.”

Atli rejoined:  “I shall stay at home and abide whatever comes to hand.”

Thorbjorn then went off home.  When the workmen came back in the evening Atli told them of his conversation with Thorbjorn and said to Ali that he must go his own ways, for he was not going to be drawn into a quarrel for employing him.

Ali said:  “True is the ancient saying:  The over-praised are the worst deceivers.  I did not think that you would have turned me off now after I had worked here till I broke in the summer.  I thought that you would have given me protection.  Such is your way, however you play the beneficent.  Now I shall be beaten before your very eyes if you refuse to stand by me.”

Atli’s mind was changed after the man had spoken; he no longer wanted to drive him away.

So the time passed until the hay-harvest began.  One day a little before midsummer Thorbjorn Oxmain rode to Bjarg.  He wore a helmet on his head, a sword was girt at his side, and in his hand was a spear which had a very broad blade.  The weather was rainy; Atli had sent his men to mow the hay, and some were in the North at Horn on some work.  Atli was at home with a few men only.  Thorbjorn arrived alone towards midday and rode up to the door.  The door was shut and no one outside.  Thorbjorn knocked at the door and then went to the back of the house so that he could not be seen from the door.  The people in the house heard some one knocking and one of the women went out.  Thorbjorn got a glimpse of the woman, but did not let himself be seen, for he was seeking another person.  She went back into the room and Atli asked her who had come.  She said she could see nobody outside.  As they were speaking Thorbjorn struck a violent blow on the door.  Atli said: 

“He wants to see me; perhaps he has some business with me, for he seems very pressing.”

Then he went to the outer door and saw nobody there.  It was raining hard, so he did not go outside, but stood holding both the door-posts with his hands and peering round.  At that moment Thorbjorn sidled round to the front of the door and thrust his spear with both hands into Atli’s middle, so that it pierced him through.  Atli said when he received the thrust:  “They use broad spear-blades nowadays.”