We return now to tell of Gest. Towards midnight he heard a loud noise
outside, and very soon there walked a huge troll-wife into the room. She
carried a trough in one hand and a rather large cutlass in the other.
She looked round the room as she entered, and on seeing Gest lying there
she rushed at him; he started up and attacked her furiously. They
fought long together; she was the stronger but he evaded her skilfully.
Everything near them and the panelling of the back wall were broken to
pieces. She dragged him through the hall door out to the porch, where he
resisted vigorously. She wanted to drag him out of the house, but before
that was done they had broken up all the fittings of the outer door and
borne them away on their shoulders. Then she strove to get to the river
and among the rocks. Gest was terribly fatigued, but there was no choice
but either to brace himself or be dragged down to the rocks. All night
long they struggled together, and he thought he had never met with such
a monster for strength. She gripped him so tightly to herself that he
could do nothing with either hand but cling to her waist. When at last
they reached a rock by the river he swung the monster round and got his
right hand loose. Then he quickly seized the short sword which he was
wearing, drew it and struck at the troll's right shoulder, cutting off
her right arm and releasing himself. She sprang among the rocks and
disappeared in the waterfall. Gest, very stiff and tired, lay long by
the rock.
At daylight he went home and lay down on his bed, blue and swollen all
over.
When the lady of the house came home she found the place rather in
disorder. She went to Gest and asked him what had happened, and why
everything was broken to pieces. He told her everything just as it had
happened. She thought it a matter of great moment and asked him who
he was. He told her the truth, said that he wished to see a priest and
asked her to send for one. She did so; Steinn came to Sandhaugar and
soon learnt that it was Grettir the son of Asmund who had come there
under the name of Gest. The priest asked him what he thought had become
of the men who had disappeared; Grettir said he thought that they must
have gone among the rocks. The priest said he could not believe his word
unless he gave some evidence of it. Grettir said that later it would be
known, and the priest went home. Grettir lay many days in his bed and
the lady did all she could for him; thus Yule-tide passed. Grettir
himself declared that the trollwoman sprang among the rocks when she was
wounded, but the men of Bardardal say that the day dawned upon her while
they were wrestling; that when he cut off her arm she broke, and that
she is still standing there on the mountain in the likeness of a woman.
The dwellers in the valley kept Grettir there in hiding.
One day that winter after Yule Grettir went to Eyjardalsa and met the
priest, to whom he said: "I see, priest, that you have little belief in
what I say. Now I wish you to come with me to the river and to see what
probability there is in it."
The priest did so. When they reached the falls they saw a cave up under
the rock. The cliff was there so abrupt that no one could climb it, and
nearly ten fathoms down to the water. They had a rope with them. The
priest said: "It is quite impossible for any one to get down to that."
Grettir answered: "It is certainly possible; and men of high mettle are
those who would feel themselves happiest there. I want to see what there
is in the fall. Do you mind the rope."
The priest said he could do so if he chose. He drove a stake into the
ground and laid stones against it.