on of Oliver, the son of Eyvalld, the son of
Oxen-Thorir. The mother of Bjarni was Halla, the daughter
of Lyting. The mother of Broddhelgi was Asvora, the
daughter of Thorir, the son of Porridge-Atli, the son of
Thorir Thidrandi. Bjarni Broddhelgi's son had to wife
Rannveiga the daughter of Thorgeir, the son of Eric of
Gooddale, the son of Geirmund, the son of Hroald, the son of
Eric Frizzelbeard.

134. OF THORHALL AND KARI

Thorhall Asgrim's son, and Kari Solmund's son, rode one day to
Mossfell to see Gizur the White; he took them with both hands,
and there they were at his house a very long while. Once it
happened as they and Gizur talked of Njal's burning, that Gizur
said it was very great luck that Kari had got away. Then a song
came into Kari's mouth.

"I who whetted helmet-hewer (1),
I who oft have burnished brand,
From the fray went all unwilling
When Njal's rooftree crackling roared;
Out I leapt when bands of spearmen
Lighted there a blaze of flame!
Listen men unto my moaning,
Mark the telling of my grief."

Then Gizur said, "It must be forgiven thee that thou art mindful,
and so we will talk no more about it just now."

Kari says that he will ride home; and Gizur said, "I will now
make a clean breast of my counsel to thee. Thou shalt not ride
home, but still thou shalt ride away, and east under Eyjafell, to
see Thorgeir Craggeir, and Thorleif Crow. They shall ride from
the east with thee. They are the next of kin in the suit, and
with them shall ride Thorgrim the Big, their brother. Ye shall
ride to Mord Valgard's son's house, and tell him this message
from me, that he shall take up the suit for manslaughter for
Helgi Njal's son against Flosi. But if he utters any words
against this, then shalt thou make thy self most wrathful, and
make believe as though thou wouldst let thy axe fall on his head;
and in the second place, thou shalt assure him of my wrath if he
shows any ill will. Along with that shalt thou say, that I will
send and fetch away my daughter Thorkatla, and make her come home
to me; but that he will not abide, for he loves her as the very
eyes in his head."

Kari thanked him for his counsel. Kari spoke nothing of help to
him, for he thought he would show himself his good friend in this
as in other things.

Thence Kari rode east over the rivers, and so to Fleetlithe, and
east across Markfleet, an