t match in all the Rangrivervales.

Now the story turns westward to the Broadfirth dales, where, at
Hauskuldstede, in Laxriverdale, dwelt a man named Hauskuld, who was
Dalakoll's son, and his mother's name was Thorgerda. He had a brother
named Hrut, who dwelt at Hrutstede; he was of the same mother as
Hauskuld, but his father's name was Heriolf. Hrut was handsome, tall and
strong, well skilled in arms, and mild of temper; he was one of the
wisest of men--stern towards his foes, but a good counsellor on great
matters. It happened once that Hauskuld bade his friends to a feast, and
his brother Hrut was there, and sat next him. Hauskuld had a daughter
named Hallgerda, who was playing on the floor with some other girls. She
was fair of face and tall of growth, and her hair was as soft as silk;
it was so long, too, that it came down to her waist. Hauskuld called out
to her, "Come hither to me, daughter". So she went up to him, and he
took her by the chin, and kissed her; and after that she went away.

Then Hauskuld said to Hrut, "What dost thou think of this maiden? Is she
not fair?" Hrut held his peace. Hauskuld said the same thing to him a
second time, and then Hrut answered, "Fair enough is this maid, and many
will smart for it, but this I know not, whence thief's eyes have come
into our race". Then Hauskuld was wroth, and for a time the brothers saw
little of each other.

CHAPTER II.

HRUT WOOS UNNA.

It happened once that those brothers, Hauskuld and Hrut, rode to the
Althing, and there was much people at it. Then Hauskuld said to Hrut,
"One thing I wish, brother, and that is, that thou wouldst better thy
lot and woo thyself a wife."

Hrut answered, "That has been long on my mind, though there always
seemed to be two sides to the matter; but now I will do as thou wishest;
whither shall we turn our eyes?"

Hauskuld answered, "Here now are many chiefs at the Thing, and there is
plenty of choice, but I have already set my eyes on a spot where a match
lies made to thy hand. The woman's name is Unna, and she is a daughter
of Fiddle Mord one of the wisest of men. He is here at the Thing, and
his daughter too, and thou mayest see her if it pleases thee."

Now the next day, when men were going to the High Court, they saw some
well-dressed women standing outside the booths of the men from the
Rangrivervales, Then Hauskuld said to Hrut--

"Yonder now is Unna, of whom I spoke; what thinkest thou of her?"

"Well