"None that scattered sea's bright sunbeams (3),
Won more glorious fame than Gunnar,
So runs fame of old in Iceland,
Fitting fame of heathen men;
Lord of fight when helms were crashing,
Lives of foeman twain he took,
Wielding bitter steel he sorely
Wounded twelve, and four besides."
Then Gizur spoke and said, "We have now laid low to earth a
mighty chief, and hard work has it been, and the fame of this
defence of his shall last as long as men live in this land."
After that he went to see Rannveig and said, "Wilt thou grant us
earth here for two of our men who are dead, that they may lie in
a cairn here?"
"All the more willingly for two," she says, "because I wish with
all my heart I had to grant it to all of you."
"It must be forgiven thee," he says, "to speak thus, for thou
hast had a great loss."
Then he gave orders that no man should spoil or rob anything
there.
After that they went away.
Then Thorgeir Starkad's son said, "We may not be in our house at
home for the sons of Sigfus, unless thou Gizur or thou Geir be
here south some little while."
"This shall be so," says Gizur, and they cast lots, and the lot
fell on Geir to stay behind.
After that he came to the Point, and set up his house there; he
had a son whose name was Hroald; he was base born, and his
mother's name was Biartey (4); he boasted that he had given
Gunnar his death blow. Hroald was at the Point with his father.
Thorgeir Starkad's son boasted of another wound which he had
given to Gunnar.
Gizur sat at home at Mossfell. Gunnar's slaying was heard of,
and ill spoken of throughout the whole country, and his death was
a great grief to many a man.