ourse of that summer Grettir Asmundsson returned to Skagafjord.
He had such a reputation for strength that none of the younger men was
supposed to be his equal. He soon came to his home in Bjarg, and Asmund
gave him a fitting welcome. Atli was then managing the property and the
brothers agreed well together, but Grettir became so over-weening that
he thought nothing was beyond his powers.

Many of the youths with whom Grettir had played at Midfjordsvatn before
he left were now grown up. Audun, the son of Asgeir, the son of Audun,
was now living at Audunarstad in Vididal. He was a good bondi and a
kindly man, and was the strongest of all the men in the northern parts,
as well as the most modest.

Grettir had not forgotten how he had seemingly been worsted by Audun at
the ball-play, as related above, and he was anxious to try which of them
had gained most since. With this object he went at the beginning of the
hay-harvest to Audunarstad. Grettir put on all his finery and rode with
the coloured and richly ornamented saddle which Thorfinn had given him,
on a splendid horse and in his best armour to Audun's place, where he
arrived early in the day and knocked at the door. Few of the men were
in the house, and to Grettir's question whether Audun was at home, they
replied that he had gone to the hill-dairy to bring home some produce.
Grettir took the bridle off his horse. The hay had not been mown in the
meadow and the horse went for the part where the grass was thickest.
Grettir entered the room and sat down on the bench, where he fell
asleep. Soon Audun returned home and saw a horse in the meadow with
a coloured saddle on its back. He was bringing two horses loaded with
curds in skins tied at the mouth--so-called "curd-bags." Audun took the
skins off the horses and was carrying them in his arms so that he could
not see in front of him. Grettir's leg was stretched out before him
and Audun stumbled over it, falling on the curd-bags which broke at
the neck. Audun sprang up and asked what rascal that was in his house.
Grettir told him his name.

"That was very awkward of you," said Audun. "But what do you want here?"

"I want to fight with you."

"First I must look after my dairy produce," Audun said.

"You can do that," answered Grettir, "if you have no one else to do it
for you."

Audun bent down, gathered up the skin and threw it right into Grettir's
breast, telling him to take what he sent him. Grettir was all covered