"He lies sick up at our booth," says Otkell.
"May he never rise from his bed," says Gizur, "Now we must all go to see Gunnar, and offer him the right to make his own award; but I know not whether he will take that now."
Many men spoke ill of Skamkell, and he lay sick all through the Thing.
Gizur and his friends went to Gunnar's booth; their coming was known, and Gunnar was told as he sat in his booth, and then they all went out and stood in array.
Gizur the white came first, and after a while he spoke and said—
"This is our offer—that thou, Gunnar, makest thine own award in this suit."
"Then," says Gunnar, "it was no doubt far from thy counsel that I was summoned."
"I gave no such counsel," says Gizur, "neither I nor Geir."
"Then thou must clear thyself of this charge by fitting proof."
"What proof dost thou ask?" says Gizur.