Kettle came thither, and Flosi said, "I will tell thee my dream."

"I am ready to hear it," says Kettle.

"I dreamt," says Flosi, "that methought I stood below Loom-nip,

and went out and looked up to the Nip, and all at once it opened,

and a man came out of the Nip, and he was clad in goatskins, and

had an iron staff in his hand. He called, as he walked, on many

of my men, some sooner and some later, and named them by name.

First he called Grim the Red my kinsman, and Arni Kol's son. Then

methought something strange followed, methought he called Eyjolf

Bolverk's son, and Ljot son of Hall of the Side, and some six men

more. Then he held his peace awhile. After that he called five

men of our band, and among them were the sons of Sigfus, thy

brothers; then he called other six men, and among them were

Lambi, and Modolf, and Glum. Then he called three men. Last of

all he called Gunnar Lambi's son, and Kol Thorstein's son. After

that he came up to me; I asked him `What news?' He said he had

tidings enough to tell. Then I asked him for his name, but he

called himself Irongrim. I asked him whither he was going; he

said he had to fare to the Althing. `What shalt thou do there?'

I said. `First I shall challenge the inquest,' he answers, `and

then the courts, then clear the field for fighters.' After that

he sang this song:

"'Soon a man death's snake-strokes dealing

High shall lift his head on earth,

Here amid the dust low rolling

Battered brainpans men shall see;

Now upon the hills in hurly

Buds the blue steel's harvest bright;

Soon the bloody dew of battle

Thigh-deep through the ranks shall rise.'

"Then he shouted with such a mighty shout that methought

everything near shook, and dashed down his staff, and there was a

mighty crash. Then he went back into the fell, but fear clung to

me; and now I wish thee to tell me what thou thinkest this dream

is."

"It is my foreboding," says Kettle, "that all those who were

called must be `fey.' It seems to me good counsel that we tell

this dream to no man just now."

Flosi said so it should be. Now the winter passes away till Yule

was over. Then Flosi said to his men, "Now I mean that we should

fare from home, for methinks we shall not be able to have an idle

peace. Now we shall fare to pray for help, and now that will

come true which I told you, that we should have to bow the knee

to many ere this quarrel were ended."

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