CHAPTER XXIII.

HUCKSTER HEDINN.

Gunnar rode from home two nights afterwards, and two men with him; they

rode along until they got on Bluewoodheath, and then men on horseback

met them and asked who that tall man might be of whom so little was

seen. But his companions said it was Huckster Hedinn. Then the others

said a worse was not to be looked for behind, when such a man as he went

before. Hedinn at once made as though he would have set upon them, but

yet each went their way. So Gunnar went on doing everything as Njal had

laid it down for him, and when he came to Hauskuldstede he stayed there

the night, and thence he went down the dale till he came to the next

farm to Hrutstede. There he offered his wares for sale, and Hedinn fell

at once upon the farmer. This was told to Hrut, and he sent for Hedinn,

and Hedinn went at once to see Hrut, and had a good welcome. Hrut seated

him over against himself, and their talk went pretty much as Njal had

guessed; but when they came to talk of Rangrivervale, and Hrut asked

about the men there, Gunnar sung this stave--

Men in sooth are slow to find,--

So the people speak by stealth,

Often this hath reached my ears,--

All through Rangar's rolling vales.

Still I trow that Fiddle Mord,

Tried his hand in fight of yore;

Sure was never gold-bestower,

Such a man for might and wit.

Then Hrut said, "Thou art a skald, Hedinn. But hast thou never heard how

things went between me and Mord?" Then Hedinn sung another stave--

Once I ween I heard the rumour,

How the Lord of rings[8] bereft thee;

From thine arms earth's offspring[9] tearing,

Trickful he and trustful thou.

Then the men, the buckler-bearers,

Begged the mighty gold-begetter,

Sharp sword oft of old he reddened,

Not to stand in strife with thee.

So they went on, till Hrut, in answer told him how the suit must be

taken up, and recited the summons. Hedinn repeated it all wrong, and

Hrut burst out laughing, and had no mistrust. Then he said, Hrut must

summon once more, and Hrut did so. Then Hedinn repeated the summons a

second time, and this time right, and called his companions to witness

how he summoned Hrut in a suit which Unna Mord's daughter had made over

to him with her plighted hand. At night he went to sleep like other men,

but as soon as ever Hrut was sound asleep, they took their clothes and

arms, and went out and came to their horses, and rode off across the

river, and so up along the bank by Hiardarholt till the dale broke off

among the hills, and so there they are upon the fells between

Laxriverdale and Hawkdale, having got to a spot where no one could find

them unless he had fallen on them by chance.

Hauskuld wakes up that night at Hauskuldstede, and roused all his

household, "I will tell you my dream," he said. "I thought I saw a great

bear go out of this house, and I knew at once this beast's match was not

to be found; two cubs followed him, wishing well to the bear, and they

all made for Hrutstede, and went into the house there. After that I

woke. Now I wish to ask if any of you saw aught about yon tall man."

Then one man answered him--"I saw how a golden fringe and a bit of

scarlet cloth peeped out at his arm, and on his right arm he had a ring

of gold".

Hauskuld said--"This beast is no man's fetch, but Gunnar's of Lithend,

and now methinks I see all about it. Up! let us ride to Hrutstede." And

they did so. Hrut lay in his locked bed, and asks who have come there?

Hauskuld tells who he is, and asked what guests might be there in the

house.

"Only Huckster Hedinn is here," says Hrut.

"A broader man across the back, it will be, I fear," says Hauskuld, "I

guess here must have been Gunnar of Lithend."

"Then there has been a pretty trial of cunning," says Hrut.

"What has happened?" says Hauskuld.

"I told him how to take up Unna's suit, and I summoned myself and he

summoned after, and now he can use this first step in the suit, and it

is right in law."

"There has, indeed, been a great falling off of wit on one side," said

Hauskuld, "and Gunnar cannot have planned it all by himself; Njal must

be at the bottom of this plot, for there is not his match for wit in all

the land."

Now they look for Hedinn, but he is already off and away; after that

they gathered folk, and looked for them three days, but could not find

them. Gunnar rode south from the fell to Hawkdale and so east of Skard,

and north to Holtbeaconheath, and so on until he got home.

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