GUNNAR LAMBI'S SON'S SLAYING.
Just at that very time Kari and Kolbein and David the white came to
Hrossey unawares to all men. They went straightway up on land, but a few
men watched their ship.
Kari and his fellows went straight to the Earl's homestead, and came to
the hall about drinking time.
It so happened that just then Gunnar was telling the story of the
Burning, but they were listening to him meanwhile outside. This was on
Yule-day itself.
Now King Sigtrygg asked--
"How did Skarphedinn bear the Burning?"
"Well at first for a long time," said Gunnar, "but still the end of it
was that he wept." And so he went on giving an unfair leaning in his
story, but every now and then he laughed out loud.
Kari could not stand this, and then he ran in with his sword drawn, and
sang this song--
Men of might, in battle eager,
Boast of burning Njal's abode,
Have the Princes heard how sturdy
Seahorse racers sought revenge?
Hath not since, on foemen holding
High the shield's broad orb aloft,
All that wrong been fully wroken?
Raw flesh ravens got to tear.
So he ran in up the hall, and smote Gunnar Lambi's son on the neck with
such a sharp blow, that his head spun off on to the board before the
king and the earls, and the board was all one gore of blood, and the
Earl's clothing too.
Earl Sigurd knew the man that had done the deed, and called out--
"Seize Kari and kill him."
Kari had been one of Earl Sigurd's bodyguard, and he was of all men most
beloved by his friends; and no man stood up a whit more for the Earl's
speech.
"Many would say, Lord," said Kari, "that I have done this deed on your
behalf, to avenge your henchman."
Then Flosi said--"Kari hath not done this without a cause; he is in no
atonement with us, and he only did what he had a right to do".
So Kari walked away, and there was no hue and cry after him. Kari fared
to his ship, and his fellows with him. The weather was then good, and
they sailed off at once south to Caithness, and went on shore at
Thraswick to the house of a worthy man whose name was Skeggi, and with
him they stayed a very long while.
Those behind in the Orkneys cleansed the board, and bore out the dead
man.
The Earl was told that they had set sail south for Scotland, and King
Sigtrygg said--
"This was a mighty bold fellow, who dealt his stroke so stoutly, and
never thought twice about it!"
Then Earl Sigurd answered--
"There is no man like Kari for dash and daring."
Now Flosi undertook to tell the story of the Burning, and he was fair to
all; and therefore what he said was believed.
Then King Sigtrygg stirred in his business with Earl Sigurd, and bade
him go to the war with him against King Brian.
The Earl was long steadfast, but the end of it was that he let the king
have his way, but said he must have his mother's hand for his help, and
be king in Ireland, if they slew Brian. But all his men besought Earl
Sigurd not to go into the war, but it was all no good.
So they parted on the understanding that Earl Sigurd gave his word to
go; but King Sigtrygg promised him his mother and the kingdom.
It was so settled that Earl Sigurd was to come with all his host to
Dublin by Palm Sunday.
Then King Sigtrygg fared south to Ireland, and told his mother Kormlada
that the Earl had undertaken to come, and also what he had pledged
himself to grant him.
She showed herself well pleased at that, but said they must gather
greater force still.
Sigtrygg asked whence this was to be looked for?
She said there were two vikings lying off the west of Man; and that they
had thirty ships, and, she went on, "they are men of such hardihood that
nothing can withstand them. The one's name is Ospak, and the other's
Brodir. Thou shalt fare to find them, and spare nothing to get them into
thy quarrel, whatever price they ask."
Now King Sigtrygg fares and seeks the vikings, and found them lying
outside off Man; King Sigtrygg brings forward his errand at once, but
Brodir shrank from helping him until he, King Sigtrygg, promised him the
kingdom and his mother, and they were to keep this such a secret that
Earl Sigurd should know nothing about it; Brodir too was to come to
Dublin on Palm Sunday.
So King Sigtrygg fared home to his mother, and told her how things
stood.
After that those brothers, Ospak and Brodir, talked together, and then
Brodir told Ospak all that he and Sigtrygg had spoken of, and bade him
fare to battle with him against King Brian, and said he set much store
on his going.
But Ospak said he would not fight against so good a king.
Then they were both wroth, and sundered their band at once. Ospak had
ten ships and Brodir twenty.
Ospak was a heathen, and the wisest of all men. He laid his ships inside
in a sound, but Brodir lay outside him.
Brodir had been a Christian man and a mass-deacon by consecration, but
he had thrown off his faith and become God's dastard, and now worshipped
heathen fiends, and he was of all men most skilled in sorcery. He had
that coat of mail on which no steel would bite. He was both tall and
strong, and had such long locks that he tucked them under his belt. His
hair was black.