“I must have this; I often stoop to little things.”

Gisli said:  “You shall not; do not you know with whom you have to do?”

Grettir said:  “No; that is not so clear to me.  Nor do I make much difference between one man and another since I claim so little.”

“May be it seems little to you,” said Gisli; “but I would sooner part with thirty hundred ells of wadmal.  It seems that extortion is your way.  Go for him, boys!  Let us see what he can do.”

They obeyed.  Grettir fell back a little and reached a stone which is still standing by the side of the way and is called Grettishaf, where he stood at bay.  Gisli urged on his men, and Grettir saw that he was not quite so valiant as he pretended to be, for he kept well behind them.  Grettir got tired of being hemmed in, so he made a lunge with his sword and killed one of Gisli’s men, sprang from his stone and assailed them so vigorously that Gisli fell back all along the foot of the hill.  Then his other man was killed.

Grettir said:  “One would scarcely see that you have achieved much in the world abroad, and you have shamefully forsaken your comrades.”

Gisli answered:  “The fire is hottest to him who is in it; it is ill dealing with men from Hel.”

They had exchanged few more blows when Gisli threw away his arms and bolted right away along the foot of the mountain.  Grettir gave him time to throw away whatever he liked, and at every opportunity he threw off something more of his clothes.  Grettir never followed him so closely that there was not some distance between them.  He ran right away from the mountains, across Kaldardal, round Aslaug’s Cliff, above Kolbeinsstad and out to Borgarhraun.

By that time he had nothing left on him but his shirt, and was terribly exhausted.  Grettir still followed, keeping now within reach of him.  He pulled off a great branch.  Gisli did not stop till he reached Haffjardara river, which was all swollen and difficult to ford.  Gisli was going right out into the river when Grettir pressed forward and seized him and showed him the difference in their strength.

Grettir got him down, sat on the top of him and asked:  “Are you the Gisli who wanted to meet Grettir?”

“I have found him now,” he answered; “but I know not how I shall part with him.  Keep what you have taken and let me go free.”

Grettir said:  “You will not understand what I am going to tell you, so I must give you something to remember it by.”  Then he pulled up Gisli’s shirt over his head and let the rod play on both sides of his back.  Gisli struggled to get away, but Grettir gave him a sound whipping and then let him go.  Gisli thought that he would sooner not learn anything from Grettir than have another such flogging, nor did he do anything more to earn it.  Directly he got his feet under him again he ran off to a large pool and swam across the river.  In the evening he reached the settlement called Hrossholt, very exhausted.  There he lay for a week, his body covered with blisters, and afterwards went on to his own place.