After a while Asmund's wife Ranveig died, and then her relatives insisted on taking away all her lands and possessions and keeping them in trust for little Dromund. Asmund did not care to quarrel with them, so he left Dromund with his late wife's relatives and went home to Iceland, where, after a few years, he married Asdis, and by her became the father of Atli, Grettir, and Illugi, and of two daughters, one of whom he named after his first wife.
Dromund grew up in Norway on his estates at Tunsberg, and became a man of wealth and renown, a quiet man, but one who held his own, and was generally respected.
Now Grettir went to him, and his half-brother received him very affectionately, and insisted on his remaining with him all the rest of the winter till it was time for him to sail to Iceland.
One little incident is mentioned concerning that time that deserves to be recorded.
Grettir slept in the same apartment as did his brother.
One morning Dromund awoke early, and he saw how that Grettir's arms were out of bed, and he wondered at their size.
Presently Grettir awoke, and then Dromund said to him: "Grettir, I have been amused with looking at your bare arms. What muscles you have got! I never saw the like."
"I need strong muscles to do what I have to do."
"True enough, brother," said Dromund. "But I could wish there were a little more luck as well as muscle attached to those bones."
"Let me look at your arms," said Grettir.