“Who has ridden on my mare? 
     Who will pay me for her hire? 
     Who ever saw such an arrant thief? 
     What next will be the cowl-man’s game?”

Grettir had then put off his wet clothes, and heard the ditty.  He said: 

“Home I rode the mare to Grim’s, a better man than the hovel-dweller!  Nothing will I pay for hire!  Now we may be friends again.”

“Just so shall it be,” said the bondi.  “Your ride on the horse is fully paid for.”

Then they each began repeating verses, and Grettir said he could not blame him for looking after his property.  The bondi stayed there the night and they had great jokes about the matter.  The verses they made were called “Saddle-head verses.”  In the morning the bondi rode home, parting good friends with Grettir.  Grim told Grettir of many things that had been done in Midfjord in the North during his absence, and that no blood-money had been paid for Atli.  Thorbjorn Oxmain’s interest, he said, was so great that there was no certainty of Grettir’s mother, Asdis, being allowed to remain at Bjarg if the feud continued.

Grettir stayed but a few nights with Grim, for he did not want it to become known that he was about to travel North across the Heath.  Grim told him to come back to visit him if he needed protection.  “Yet,” he said, “I would gladly avoid the penalty of being outlawed for harbouring you.”

Grettir bade him farewell and said:  “It is more likely that I shall need your good services still more later on.”

Then Grettir rode North over the Tvidaegra Heath to Bjarg, where he arrived at midnight.  All were asleep except his mother.  He went to the back of the house and entered by a door which was there, for he knew all the ways about.  He entered the hall and went to his mother’s bed, groping his way.  She asked who was there.  Grettir told her.  She sat up and turned to him, heaving a weary sigh as she spoke: 

“Welcome, my kinsman!  My hoard of sons has quickly passed away.  He is killed who was most needful to me; you have been declared an outlaw and a criminal; my third is so young that he can do nothing.”

“It is an ancient saying,” said Grettir, “that one evil is mended by a worse one.  There is more in the heart of man than money can buy; Atli may yet be avenged.  As for me, there will be some who think they have had enough in their dealings with me.”

She said that was not unlikely.  Grettir stayed there for a time, but few knew of it, and he obtained news of the movements of the men of the district.  It was not known then that he had come to Midfjord.  He learned that Thorbjorn Oxmain was at home with few men.  This was after the hay-harvest.

CHAPTER XLVIII

DEATH OF THORBJORN OXMAIN