work of the outer
door had been all broken away and some bits of wood had been rigged up
roughly in its place. The partition which had once divided the hall
from the entrance passage was all broken, both above the cross-beam
and below, and all the bedding had been upset. The place looked rather
desolate. There was a light burning in the hall by night.

When about a third part of the night had passed Grettir heard a loud
noise. Something was going up on to the building, riding above the hall
and kicking with its heels until the timbers cracked again. This went on
for some time, and then it came down towards the door. The door opened
and Grettir saw the thrall stretching in an enormously big and ugly
head. Glam moved slowly in, and on passing the door stood upright,
reaching to the roof. He turned to the hall, resting his arms on the
cross-beam and peering along the hall. The bondi uttered no sound,
having heard quite enough of what had gone on outside. Grettir lay quite
still and did not move. Glam saw a heap of something in the seat,
came farther into the hall and seized the cloak tightly with his hand.
Grettir pressed his foot against the plank and the cloak held firm.
Glam tugged at it again still more violently, but it did not give way. A
third time he pulled, this time with both hands and with such force that
he pulled Grettir up out of the seat, and between them the cloak was
torn in two. Glam looked at the bit which he held in his hand and
wondered much who could pull like that against him. Suddenly Grettir
sprang under his arms, seized him round the waist and squeezed his back
with all his might, intending in that way to bring him down, but the
thrall wrenched his arms till he staggered from the violence. Then
Grettir fell back to another bench. The benches flew about and
everything was shattered around them. Glam wanted to get out, but
Grettir tried to prevent him by stemming his foot against anything he
could find. Nevertheless Glam succeeded in getting him outside the hall.
Then a terrific struggle began, the thrall trying to drag him out of
the house, and Grettir saw that however hard he was to deal with in the
house, he would be worse outside, so he strove with all his might to
keep him from getting out. Then Glam made a desperate effort and gripped
Grettir tightly towards him, forcing him to the porch. Grettir saw that
he could not put up any resistance, and with a sudden movement he dashed
into the thrall'