aware of what they
were about, and Gunnar rode to the Thing. Njal sent Thord Freedmanson
away east under Eyjafell, and bade him be away there one night. So he
went east, but he could not get back from the east, for the Fleet had
risen so high that it could not be crossed on horseback ever so far up.
Njal waited for him one night, for he had meant him to have ridden with
him; and Njal said to Bergthora, that she must send Thord to the Thing
as soon as ever he came home. Two nights after, Thord came from the
east, and Bergthora told him that he must ride to the Thing, "but first
thou shalt ride up into Thorolfsfell and see about the farm there, and
do not be there longer than one or two nights."

CHAPTER XLII.

THE SLAYING OF THORD FREEDSMANSON.

Then Sigmund came from the east and those companions. Hallgerda told
them that Thord was at home, but that he was to ride straightway to the
Thing after a few nights' space. "Now ye will have a fair chance at
him," he says, "but if this goes off, ye will never get nigh him". Men
came to Lithend from Thorolfsfell, and told Hallgerda that Thord was
there. Hallgerda went to Thrain Sigfus' son, and his companions, and
said to him, "Now is Thord on Thorolfsfell, and now your best plan is to
fall on him and kill him as he goes home".

"That we will do," says Sigmund. So they went out, and took their
weapons and horses and rode on the way to meet him. Sigmund said to
Thrain, "Now thou shalt have nothing to do with it; for we shall not
need all of us".

"Very well, so I will," says he.

Then Thord rode up to them a little while after, and Sigmund said to
him--

"Give thyself up," he says, "for now shalt thou die."

"That shall not be," says Thord, "come thou to single combat with me."

"That shall not be either," says Sigmund, "we will make the most of our
numbers; but it is not strange that Skarphedinn is strong, for it is
said that a fourth of a foster-child's strength comes from the
foster-father."

"Thou wilt feel the force of that," says Thord, "for Skarphedinn will
avenge me."

After that they fall on him, and he breaks a spear of each of them, so
well did he guard himself. Then Skiolld cut off his hand, and he still
kept them off with his other hand for some time, till Sigmund thrust him
through. Then he fell dead to earth. They threw over him turf and
stones; and Thrain said--"We have won an ill work, and Njal's sons will
take this slaying ill when they he