at sword
for a long time after. After this Giermund got a favourable wind, and
sailed out to sea, and came to Norway in the autumn. They sailed one
night on to some hidden rocks before Stade, and then Giermund and all
his crew perished. And that is the end of all there is to tell about
Giermund.

CHAP. XXXI

Thured's Second Marriage, A.D. 980

[Sidenote: Gudmund marries Thured] Olaf Hoskuldson now stayed at home
in much honour, as has been told before. There was a man named
Gudmund, who was the son of Solmund, and lived at Asbjornness north in
Willowdale. He wooed Thured, and got her and a great deal of wealth
with her. Thured was a wise woman, high-tempered and most stirring.
Their sons were called Hall and Bard and Stein and Steingrim. Gudrun
and Olof were their daughters. Thorbjorg, Olaf's daughter, was of
women the most beautiful and stout of build. She was called Thorbjorg
the Stout, and was married west in Waterfirth to Asgier, the son of
Knott. He was a noble man. Their son was Kjartan, father of Thorvald,
the father of Thord, the father of Snorri, the father of Thorvald,
from whom is sprung the Waterfirth race. Afterwards, Vermund, the son
of Thorgrim, had Thorbjorg for wife. Their daughter was Thorfinna,
whom Thorstein Kuggason had for wife. Bergthora, Olaf's daughter, was
married west in Deepfirth to Thorhall the Priest. [Sidenote: Harri the
Ox] Their son was Kjartan, father of Smith-Sturla, the foster son of
Thord Gilson. Olaf Peacock had many costly cattle. He had one very
good ox named Harri; it was dapple-grey of coat, and bigger than any
other of his cattle. It had four horns, two great and fair ones, the
third stood straight up, and a fourth stood out of its forehead,
stretching down below its eyes. It was with this that he opened the
ice in winter to get water. He scraped snow away to get at pasture
like a horse. One very hard winter he went from Herdholt into the
Broadfirth-Dales to a place that is now called Harristead. There he
roamed through the winter with sixteen other cattle, and got grazing
for them all. In the spring he returned to the home pastures, to the
place now called Harris'-Lair in Herdholt land. When Harri was
eighteen winters old his ice-breaking horn fell off, and that same
autumn Olaf had him killed. The next night Olaf dreamed that a woman
came to him, and she was great and wrathful to look at. She spoke and
said, "Are you asleep?" He said he was awake. The woman said,