Grettir was there through Yule, and the farmer saw him off handsomely: then he went east to Tunsberg, and met his brother Thorstein; he received Grettir fondly, and asked of his travels and how he won the bearserk. Then Grettir sang a stave—

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"There the shield that men doth save

Mighty spurn with foot I gave.

Snoekoll's throat it smote aright,

The fierce follower of the fight,

And by mighty dint of it

Were the tofts of tooth-hedge split;

The strong spear-walk's iron rim,

Tore adown the jaws of him."