where Grim the son of Thorhall welcomed him warmly and begged him
to stay, which he did. He let Saddle-head run loose and told Grim how he
had come by her. Then Sveinn came up, dismounted and saw his horse. Then
he said:

"Who has ridden on my mare?
Who will pay me for her hire?
Who ever saw such an arrant thief?
What next will be the cowl-man's game?"

Grettir had then put off his wet clothes, and heard the ditty. He said:

"Home I rode the mare to Grim's,
a better man than the hovel-dweller!
Nothing will I pay for hire!
Now we may be friends again."

"Just so shall it be," said the bondi. "Your ride on the horse is fully
paid for."

Then they each began repeating verses, and Grettir said he could not
blame him for looking after his property. The bondi stayed there the
night and they had great jokes about the matter. The verses they made
were called "Saddle-head verses." In the morning the bondi rode home,
parting good friends with Grettir. Grim told Grettir of many things that
had been done in Midfjord in the North during his absence, and that
no blood-money had been paid for Atli. Thorbjorn Oxmain's interest,
he said, was so great that there was no certainty of Grettir's mother,
Asdis, being allowed to remain at Bjarg if the feud continued.

Grettir stayed but a few nights with Grim, for he did not want it to
become known that he was about to travel North across the Heath. Grim
told him to come back to visit him if he needed protection. "Yet," he
said, "I would gladly avoid the penalty of being outlawed for harbouring
you."

Grettir bade him farewell and said: "It is more likely that I shall need
your good services still more later on."

Then Grettir rode North over the Tvidaegra Heath to Bjarg, where he
arrived at midnight. All were asleep except his mother. He went to the
back of the house and entered by a door which was there, for he knew
all the ways about. He entered the hall and went to his mother's bed,
groping his way. She asked who was there. Grettir told her. She sat up
and turned to him, heaving a weary sigh as she spoke:

"Welcome, my kinsman! My hoard of sons has quickly passed away. He is
killed who was most needful to me; you have been declared an outlaw and
a criminal; my third is so young that he can do nothing."

"It is an ancient saying," said Grettir, "that one evil is mended by a
worse one. There is more in the heart of man than money can buy;