CHAPTER CLIV.
GUNNAR LAMBI'S SON'S SLAYING.
Just at that very time Kari and Kolbein and David the white came to Hrossey unawares to all men. They went straightway up on land, but a few men watched their ship.
Kari and his fellows went straight to the Earl's homestead, and came to the hall about drinking time.
It so happened that just then Gunnar was telling the story of the Burning, but they were listening to him meanwhile outside. This was on Yule-day itself.
Now King Sigtrygg asked—
"How did Skarphedinn bear the Burning?"
"Well at first for a long time," said Gunnar, "but still the end of it was that he wept." And so he went on giving an unfair leaning in his story, but every now and then he laughed out loud.
Kari could not stand this, and then he ran in with his sword drawn, and sang this song—
Men of might, in battle eager,
Boast of burning Njal's abode,
Have the Princes heard how sturdy
Seahorse racers sought revenge?
Hath not since, on foemen holding
High the shield's broad orb aloft,
All that wrong been fully wroken?
Raw flesh ravens got to tear.