The mistress reached Eyjardalsa for mass and every one wondered how she had crossed the river.  She said she did not know whether it was a man or a troll who had carried her over.  The priest said it was certainly a man though unlike other men.  “Let us keep silence over it; may be that he means to help you in your difficulties.”

She stayed there the night.

CHAPTER LXV

ADVENTURE WITH A TROLL-WOMAN

We return now to tell of Gest.  Towards midnight he heard a loud noise outside, and very soon there walked a huge troll-wife into the room.  She carried a trough in one hand and a rather large cutlass in the other.  She looked round the room as she entered, and on seeing Gest lying there she rushed at him; he started up and attacked her furiously.  They fought long together; she was the stronger but he evaded her skilfully.  Everything near them and the panelling of the back wall were broken to pieces.  She dragged him through the hall door out to the porch, where he resisted vigorously.  She wanted to drag him out of the house, but before that was done they had broken up all the fittings of the outer door and borne them away on their shoulders.  Then she strove to get to the river and among the rocks.  Gest was terribly fatigued, but there was no choice but either to brace himself or be dragged down to the rocks.  All night long they struggled together, and he thought he had never met with such a monster for strength.  She gripped him so tightly to herself that he could do nothing with either hand but cling to her waist.  When at last they reached a rock by the river he swung the monster round and got his right hand loose.  Then he quickly seized the short sword which he was wearing, drew it and struck at the troll’s right shoulder, cutting off her right arm and releasing himself.  She sprang among the rocks and disappeared in the waterfall.  Gest, very stiff and tired, lay long by the rock.

At daylight he went home and lay down on his bed, blue and swollen all over.

When the lady of the house came home she found the place rather in disorder.  She went to Gest and asked him what had happened, and why everything was broken to pieces.  He told her everything just as it had happened.  She thought it a matter of great moment and asked him who he was.  He told her the truth, said that he wished to see a priest and asked her to send for one.  She did so; Steinn came to Sandhaugar and soon learnt that it was Grettir the son of Asmund who had come there under the name of Gest.  The priest asked him what he thought had become of the men who had disappeared; Grettir said he thought that they must have gone among the rocks.  The priest said he could not believe his word unless he gave some evidence of it.  Grettir said that later it would be known, and the priest went home.  Grettir lay many days in his bed and the lady did all she could for him; thus Yule-tide passed.  Grettir himself declared that the trollwoman sprang among the rocks when she was wounded, but the men of Bardardal say that the day dawned upon her while they were wrestling; that when he cut off her arm she broke, and that she is still standing there on the mountain in the likeness of a woman.  The dwellers in the valley kept Grettir there in hiding.