There was a man named Snorri, who was surnamed the Priest. He
dwelt at Helgafell before Gudruna Oswif's daughter bought the
land of him, and dwelt there till she died of old age; but Snorri
then went and dwelt at Hvamsfirth on Saelingdale's tongue.
Thorgrim was the name of Snorri's father, and he was a son of
Thorstein codcatcher (1). Snorri was a great friend of Asgrim
Ellidagrim's son, and he looked for help there also. Snorri was
the wisest and shrewdest of all these men in Iceland who had not
the gift of foresight. He was good to his friends, but grim to
his foes.
At that time there was a great riding to the Thing out of all the
Quarters, and men had many suits set on foot.