"Look, yonder now is Eyjolf Bolverk's son, if thou hast a mind to pay
him off for the ring."

"That I ween is not far from my mind," says Kari, and snatched a spear
from a man, and hurled it at Eyjolf, and it struck him in the waist, and
went through him, and Eyjolf then fell dead to earth.

Then there was a little lull in the battle, and then Snorri the priest
came up with his band, and Skapti was there in his company, and they ran
in between them, and so they could not get at one another to fight.

Then Hall threw in his people with theirs, and was for parting them
there and then, and so a truce was set, and was to be kept throughout
the Thing, and then the bodies were laid out and borne to the church,
and the wounds of those men were bound up who were hurt.

The day after men went to the Hill of Laws. Then Hall of the Side stood
up and asked for a hearing, and got it at once; and he spoke thus--

"Here there have been hard happenings in lawsuits and loss of life at
the Thing, and now I will show again that I am little-hearted, for I
will now ask Asgrim and the others who take the lead in these suits,
that they grant us an atonement on even terms;" and so he goes on with
many fair words.

Kari Solmund's son said--

"Though all others take an atonement in their quarrels, yet will I take
no atonement in my quarrel; for ye will wish to weigh these manslayings
against the Burning, and we cannot bear that."

In the same way spoke Thorgeir Craggeir.

Then Skapti Thorod's son stood up and said--

"Better had it been for thee, Kari, not to have run away from thy
father-in-law and thy brothers-in-law, than now to sneak out of this
atonement."

Then Kari sang these verses--

Warrior wight that weapon wieldest
Spare thy speering why we fled,
Oft for less falls hail of battle,
Forth we fled to wreak revenge;
Who was he, faint-hearted foeman,
Who, when tongues of steel sung high,
Stole beneath the booth for shelter,
While his beard blushed red for shame?

Many fetters Skapti fettered
When the men, the Gods of fight,
From the fray fared all unwilling
Where the skald scarce held his shield;
Then the suttlers dragged the lawyer
Stout in scolding to their booth,
Laid him low amongst the riffraff,
How his heart then quaked for fear.

Men who skim the main on sea stag
Well in this ye showed your sense,
Making game about the Burning,
Mocking Helgi, Grim, and Njal;
Now th