cliff, very tall and armed. Whom
do you take him for?"

They could not say who he was. Bardi said: "I believe it is Grettir the
son of Asmund. If it is, he will be wanting to meet us, for I expect he
is little pleased at not having been with us. It seems to me that we are
not in a very fit condition if he wants to annoy us. I will send home
to Thoreyjargnup for some men and not allow myself to be put out by his
evil intentions."

They said that was the best thing he could do, and it was done. Bardi's
party rode on; Grettir watched where they were going and went there too.
They met and greeted each other. Grettir asked what the news was, and
Bardi told him without hesitation. Grettir asked who had been with them.
Bardi answered that his brothers and Eyjvolf his brother-in-law had been
with him.

"You have wiped out your disgrace," said Grettir. "Now the next thing is
for us two here to try which is the stronger."

"I have more urgent business," said Bardi, "than to fight with you about
nothing. I think I may be excused that now."

"It seems to me that you are afraid, Bardi; that is the reason why you
dare not fight me."

"Call it what you please. If you wish to bully, find some one else; that
seems to be what you want, for your insolence passes all bounds."

Grettir thought luck was against him. He hesitated now whether he should
attack any of them; it seemed rather rash as they were six and he was
only one. Then the men from Thoreyjargnup came up and joined Bardi's
party, so he left them and went back to his horse. Bardi and his men
went on, and there was no greeting between them when they parted. We are
not told that any strife arose between Bardi and Grettir after this.

Grettir once said that he would trust himself to fight with most men if
there were not more than three against him. Even with four he would
not give way without trying, but more he would not attempt, except in
self-defence. Thus he says in a verse:

"Oh skilled in war! When three are before me
I yet will endeavour to fight with them all.
But more than four I dare not encounter
in the clashing of arms, if the choice is with me."

On leaving Bardi, Grettir returned to Bjarg, and was much aggrieved
at finding nothing to try his strength on. He sought everywhere for
something to fight with.

CHAPTER XXXII. THE SPOOK AT THORHALLSSTAD. GLAM THE SHEPHERD KILLED BY A
FIEND. HIS GHOST WALKS

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