the son of Gerleif, the son of Aunund wallet-back, and to Modolf
Kettle's son, and they all rode to meet Flosi.

Hall gave his word, too, to gather a great company, and Flosi rode till
he came to Kirkby, to Surt Asbjorn's son. Then Flosi sent after Kolbein
Egil's son, his brother's son, and he came to him there. Thence he rode
to Headbrink. There dwelt Thorgrim the showy, the son of Thorkel the
fair. Flosi begged him to ride to the Althing with him, and he said yea
to the journey, and spoke thus to Flosi--

"Often hast thou been more glad, master, than thou art now, but thou
hast some right to be so."

"Of a truth," said Flosi, "that hath now come on my hands, which I would
give all my goods that it had never happened. Ill seed has been sown,
and so an ill crop will spring from it."

Thence he rode over Arnstacksheath, and so to Solheim that evening.
There dwelt Lodmund Wolf's son, but he was a great friend of Flosi, and
there he stayed that night, and next morning Lodmund rode with him into
the Dale.

There dwelt Runolf, the son of Wolf Aurpriest.

Flosi said to Runolf--

"Here we shall have true stories as to the slaying of Hauskuld, the
Priest of Whiteness. Thou art a truthful man, and hast got at the truth
by asking, and I will trust to all that thou tellest me as to what was
the cause of quarrel between them."

"There is no good in mincing the matter," said Runolf, "but we must say
outright that he has been slain for less than no cause; and his death is
a great grief to all men. No one thinks it so much a loss as Njal, his
foster-father."

"Then they will be ill off for help from men," says Flosi; "and they
will find no one to speak up for them."

"So it will be," says Runolf, "unless it be otherwise foredoomed."

"What has been done in the suit?" says Flosi.

"Now the neighbours have been summoned on the inquest," says Runolf,
"and due notice given of the suit for manslaughter."

"Who took that step?" asks Flosi.

"Mord Valgard's son," says Runolf.

"How far is that to be trusted?" says Flosi.

"He is of my kin," says Runolf; "but still, if I tell the truth of him,
I must say that more men reap ill than good from him. But this one thing
I will ask of thee, Flosi, that thou givest rest to thy wrath, and
takest the matter up in such a way as may lead to the least trouble. For
Njal will make a good offer, and so will others of the best men."

"Ride thou then to the Thing, Runolf," said Flosi, "a