Gunnar bade them come and be his guests again, as they rode back from the Thing; and they said they would do so.
Now they ride to the Thing, and Njal and his sons were there. That Thing was still and quiet.
Now we must take up the story, and say that Hallgerda comes to talk with Malcolm the thrall.
"I have thought of an errand to send thee on," she says; "thou shalt go to Kirkby."
"And what shall I do there?" he says.
"Thou shalt steal from thence food enough to load two horses, and mind and have butter and cheese; but thou shalt lay fire in the storehouse, and all will think that it has arisen out of heedlessness, but no one will think that there has been theft."
"Bad have I been," said the thrall, "but never have I been a thief."
"Hear a wonder!" says Hallgerda, "thou makest thyself good, thou that hast been both thief and murderer; but thou shalt not dare to do aught else than go, else will I let thee be slain."
He thought he knew enough of her to be sure that she would so do if he went not; so he took at night two horses and laid pack-saddles on them, and went his way to Kirkby. The house-dog knew him and did not bark at him, and ran and fawned on him. After that he went to the storehouse and loaded the two horses with food out of it, but the storehouse he burnt, and the dog he slew.
He went up along by Rangriver, and his shoe-thong snapped; so he takes his knife and makes the shoe right, but he leaves the knife and belt lying there behind him.