Njal called out to Skarphedinn—
"Whither art thou going, kinsman?"
"On a sheep hunt," he said.
"So it was once before," said Njal, "but then ye hunted men."
Skarphedinn laughed at that, and said—
"Hear ye what the old man says? He is not without his doubts."
"When was it that thou spokest thus before?" asks Kari.
"When I slew Sigmund the white," says Skarphedinn, "Gunnar of Lithend's kinsman."
"For what?" asks Kari.
"He had slain Thord Freedmanson, my foster-father."