of till he left, when the
bondi dismissed him handsomely. Then Grettir went East to Tunsberg to
visit his brother Thorsteinn, who received him joyfully and asked him
about his adventures. Grettir told him how he had killed the berserk,
and composed a verse:

"The warrior's shield by my foot propelled
in conflict came with Snaekoll's mouth.
His nether jaw hung down on his chest,
wide gaped his mouth from the iron ring."

"You would be very handy at many things," said Thorsteinn, "if
misfortune did not follow you."

"Men will tell of deeds that are done," said Grettir.

CHAPTER XLI. THORSTEINN DROMUND'S ARMS

Grettir stayed with Thorsteinn for the rest of the winter and on into
the spring. One morning when Thorsteinn and Grettir were above in their
sleepingroom Grettir put out his arm from the bed-clothes and Thorsteinn
noticed it when he awoke. Soon after Grettir woke too, and Thorsteinn
said: "I have been looking at your arms, kinsman, and think it is not
wonderful that your blows fall heavily upon some. Never have I seen any
man's arms that were like yours."

"You may know," said Grettir, "that I should not have done the deeds I
have if I had not been very mighty."

"Yet methinks it would be of advantage," said Thorsteinn, "if your arm
were more slender and your fortune better."

"True," said Grettir, "is the saying that no man shapes his own fortune.
Let me see your arm."

Thorsteinn showed it to him. He was a tall lanky man. Grettir smiled and
said:

"There is no need to look long at that; all your ribs are run together.
I never saw such a pair of tongs as you carry about! Why, you are
scarcely as strong as a woman!"

"It may be so," said Thorsteinn, "and yet you may know that these
thin arms of mine and no others will avenge you some day;--if you are
avenged."

"Who shall know how it will be when the end comes?" said Grettir; "but
that seems unlikely."

No more is related of their conversation. The spring came and Grettir
took a ship for Iceland in the summer. The brothers parted with
friendship and never saw one another again.

CHAPTER XLII. DEATH OF ASMUND LONGHAIR

We have now to return to where we broke off before. Thorbjorn Oxmain
when he heard of the death of Thorbjorn Slowcoach flew into a violent
passion and said he wished that more men might deal blows in other
people's houses. Asmund Longhair lay sick for some time in the summer.
When he thought hi