"I am perfectly aware of all. I want to catch sight of the troll."
"But your horse is sure to be killed."
"I will risk it. Glámr I must meet, so there's an end of it."
"I am delighted to see you," spoke the bonder; "at the same time, should mischief befall you, don't lay the blame at my door."
"Never fear, man."
So they shook hands; the horse was put into the strongest stable, Thorhall made Grettir as good cheer as he was able, and then, as the visitor was sleepy, all retired to rest.
The night passed quietly, and no sounds indicated the presence of a restless spirit. The horse, moreover, was found next morning in good condition, enjoying his hay.
"This is unexpected!" exclaimed the bonder, gleefully. "Now, where's the saddle? We'll clap it on, and then good-bye, and a merry journey to you."
"Good-bye!" echoed Grettir; "I am going to stay here another night."
"You had best be advised," urged Thorhall; "if misfortune should overtake you, I know that all your kinsmen would visit it on my head."