horgunna passed out of
the room into the kitchen, and then went outside, nor did she show
herself again. Then a light was kindled in the room, and the wet
clothes of the guests were taken off, and dry ones given them in their
place. After this they sat down at table, and blessed their food,
while the farmer had holy water sprinkled over all the house. The
guests ate their food, and it harmed no man, although Thorgunna had
prepared it. They slept there that night, and were treated with great
hospitality.

In the morning they continued their journey, and things went very
smoothly with them; wherever this affair was heard of, most people
thought it best to do them all the service that they required, and of
their journey no more is to be told. When they came to Skalholt, they
handed over the precious things which Thorgunna had sent thither: the
ring and other articles, all of which the priests gladly received.
Thorgunna was buried there, while the funeral party returned home,
which they all reached in safety.

At Froda there was a large hall with a fireplace in the midde, and a
bed-closet at the inner end of it, as was then the custom. At the
outer end were two store-closets, one on each side; dried fish were
piled in one of these, and there was meal in the other. In this hall
fires were kindled every evening, as was the custom, and folk sat
round these fires for a long while before they went to supper. On
that evening on which the funeral party came home, while the folk at
Froda were sitting round the fires, they saw a half-moon appear on the
panelling of the hall, and it was visible to all those who were
present. It went round the room backwards and against the sun's
course, nor did it disappear so long as they sat by the fires.
Thorodd asked Thorir Wooden-leg what this might portend. "It is the
Moon of Fate," said Thorir, "and deaths will come after it." This
went on all that week that the Fate-Moon came in every evening.

The next tidings that happened at Froda were that the shepherd came in
and was very silent; he spoke little, and that in a frenzied manner.
Folk were most inclined to believe that he had been bewitched, because
he went about by himself, and talked to himself. This went on for
some time, but one evening, when two weeks of winter had passed, the
shepherd came home, went to his bed, and lay down there. When they
went to him in the morning he was dead, and was buried at the church.

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