When the summer was passing away, Steinvor at Sandhaugar gave birth to a son who was named Skeggi.  He was at first fathered on Kjartan, the son of Steinn the priest at Eyjardalsa.  Skeggi was unlike all his family in his strength and stature.  When he was fifteen years old he was the strongest man in the North, and then they put him down to Grettir.  There seemed a prospect of his growing into something quite extraordinary, but he died when he was seventeen and there is no saga about him.

CHAPTER LXVIII

FIGHT WITH THORODD THE SON OF SNORRI

After the death of Thorsteinn Kuggason, Snorri the Godi was on bad terms with his son Thorodd and with Sam the son of Bork the Fat.  It is not clearly stated what they had done to displease him except that they had refused to undertake some important work which he had given them to do; what is known is that Snorri turned off his son Thorodd and told him not to come back until he had slain some forest-man, and so it remained.  Thorodd then went to Dalir.  There dwelt at Breidabolstad in Sokkolfsdal a certain widow named Geirlaug; she kept as her shepherd a grown-up youth who had been outlawed for wounding some one.  Thorodd Snorrason heard of this, rode to Breidabolstad and asked where the shepherd was.  The woman said he was with the sheep and asked what Thorodd wanted with him.

“I want to take his life,” he said; “he is an outlaw and a forest-man.”

She said:  “Such a warrior as you has nothing to gain by killing a miserable creature like him.  I will show you a much doughtier deed, should you have a mind to try it.”

“What is that?” he asked.

“Up there in the mountains,” she said, “is Grettir the son of Asmund; deal with him; that will be more fitting for you.”

Thorodd liked the proposal and said he would do it.  Then he put spurs to his horse and rode up along the valleys.  On reaching the hills below the Austra river he saw a light-coloured horse saddled, with a big man in armour, and at once directed his steps towards them.  Grettir hailed him and asked who he was.  Thorodd told his name and asked:  “Why do you not rather ask my business than my name?”

“Because,” he said, “it is not likely to be very weighty.  Are you a son of Snorri the Godi?”

“So it is indeed; we shall now try which of us is the stronger.”

“That is easily done,” said Grettir, “but have you not heard that I have not proved a mound of wealth to most of those who have had to do with me?”

“I know that; but I mean to risk something on it now.”

Then he drew his sword and went valiantly for Grettir, who defended himself with his shield but would not use his weapons against Thorodd.  They fought for a time without his being wounded.  Grettir then said: 

“Let us stop this play; you will not gain the victory in a battle with me.”