Twist the goslings' necks awry.
If in like case are the geese,
I have finished each of these."
"Thou shalt kill them no more," said Asmund.[30]
"Well, a friend should warn a friend of ill," said Grettir.
"Another work shall be found for thee then," said Asmund.
"More one knows the more one tries," said Grettir; "and what shall I do now?"
Asmund answered, "Thou shalt rub my back at the fire, as I have been wont to have it done."
"Hot for the hand, truly," said Grettir; "but still a milksop's work."
Now Grettir went on with this work for a while; but autumn came on, and Asmund became very fain of heat, and he spurs Grettir on to rub his back briskly. Now, in those times there were wont to be large fire-halls at the homesteads, wherein men sat at long fires in the evenings; boards were set before the men there, and afterwards folk slept out sideways from the fires; there also women worked at the wool in the daytime. Now, one evening, when Grettir had to rub Asmund's back, the old carle said,—