"He went east all the way to Weaponfirth," answers Kari, "and
nearly all the chiefs have promised to ride with him to the
Althing, and to help him. They look, too, for help from the
Reykdalesmen, and the men of Lightwater, and the Axefirthers."
Then they talked much about it, and so the time passes away up to
the Althing.
Thorhall Asgrim's son took such a hurt in his leg that the foot
above the ankle was as big and swollen as a woman's thigh, and he
could not walk save with a staff. He was a man tall in growth,
and strong and powerful, dark of hue in hair and skin, measured
and guarded in his speech, and yet hot and hasty tempered. He
was the third greatest lawyer in all Iceland.
Now the time comes that men should ride from home to the Thing,
Asgrim said to Kari, "Thou shalt ride at the very beginning of
the Thing, and fit up our booths, and my son Thorhall with thee.
Thou wilt treat him best and kindest, as he is footlame, but we
shall stand in the greatest need of him at this Thing. With you
two, twenty men more shall ride."
After that they made ready for their journey, and then they rode
to the Thing, and set up their booths, and fitted them out well.