Of my biddings any more.
In thy mind turn these words o'er."
The housewife answered, "I know not which is least to my mind, that thou shouldst ever be bidding him work, or that he should turn out all his work in one wise."
"That too we will make an end of," said Asmund, "but he shall fare the worse therefor."
Then Grettir said, "Well, let neither make words about it to the other."
So things went on awhile, and Asmund had Keingala killed; and many other scurvy tricks did Grettir in his childhood whereof the story says nought. But he grew great of body, though his strength was not well known, for he was unskilled in wrestling; he would make ditties and rhymes, but was somewhat scurrilous therein. He had no will to lie anight in the fire-hall and was mostly of few words.[34]
CHAP. XV.
Of the ball-play on Midfirth Water.