There dwelt on the Vatnsfjord one Vermund the Slender, a brother of Viga-Styr, who had married Thorbjorg the daughter of Olaf Peacock, the son of Hoskuld, called Thorbjorg the Fat.  At the time when Grettir was in Langadal Vermund was away at the Thing.  He went across the ridge to Laugabol where a man named Helgi was living, one of the principal bondis.  Thence Grettir took a good horse belonging to the bondi and rode on to Gervidal, where dwelt a man named Thorkell.  He was well provided but in a small way of business.  Grettir took from him what he wanted, Thorkell daring neither to withhold anything nor to protest.  Thence Grettir went to Eyr and on to the coast of the fjord, obtaining food and clothes from every homestead and making himself generally disagreeable, so that men found it hard to live while he was about.

Grettir went boldly on, taking little care of himself.  He went on until he came to Vatnsfjardardal and entered a dairy shelter, where he stayed several nights.  There he lay sleeping in the forest, fearing for nothing.  When the shepherds learned of it they reported in the homesteads that a fiend had come into the place who they thought would be hard to deal with.  All the farmers came together and a band of thirty of them concealed themselves in the forest where Grettir could not know of them.  They set one of the shepherds to watch for an opportunity of seizing him, without however knowing very clearly who the man was.

One day when Grettir was lying asleep the farmers came up to him.

They considered how they should take him with least danger to themselves, and arranged that ten should fall upon him while others laid bonds round his feet.  They threw themselves on to him, but Grettir struggled so violently that he threw them all off and came down on his hands and knees.  Then they threw ropes round his feet.  Grettir kicked two of them in the ears and they fell senseless.  One came on after the other; long and hard he struggled, but at last they succeeded in getting him down and binding him.  Then they began to ask themselves what they were going to do with him.  They asked Helgi of Laugabol to take him over and look after him until Vermund returned from the Thing.

He said:  “I have something better to do than to keep my men guarding him.  I have labour enough with my lands, and he shall not come in my way.”

Then they asked Thorkell of Gervidal to take him and said he had sufficient means.  He objected strongly and said he had no accommodation for him, “I lie at home with my wife, far from other men.  You shall not bring your basket to me.”

“Then you, Thoralf of Eyr,” they said; “you take Grettir and look after him well while the Thing lasts, or else hand him on to the next farm; only be answerable for his not escaping.  Give him over bound, just as you receive him.”

He said:  “I am not going to take Grettir.  I have neither means nor money to keep him, nor was he captured on my property.  So far as I can see much more trouble than credit is to be got by taking him or having anything to do with him.  He shall not enter my house.”