One of the first things he did was to avenge his brother's murder, but
there was a price on his head, and he wandered about from place to
place in the wilderness. On one occasion, as he lay asleep, some men
of Icefirth came upon him, and though they were ten in number they had
much ado to take him; but at last they bound him, and put up a
gallows, for they intended to hang him. Fortunately for Grettir, at
that moment there rode along the wife of the ruling chief of that
district, who interposed and set him free, on his promise not to stir
up strife in that neighbourhood. His next adventure was at a place
called Ernewaterheath where he had built himself a hut, and lived by
fishing in the river. There were other outlaws, who, on hearing that
Grettir was in the neighbourhood, made a bargain with one Grim that he
should slay him. Grim begged Grettir to take him into his hut, which
he agreed to do, as he was so frightened when alone in the dark;
nevertheless, having his suspicions of the man, he kept his short
sword always within reach. One day Grim came back from fishing, and
thought Grettir was asleep, for he made no movement when Grim suddenly
stamped his foot; thinking he now had his chance, he stole on tip-toe
to the bedside, took Grettir's short sword and unsheathed it. But at
the very moment when Grim had it raised aloft to stab Grettir, the
supposed sleeping man sprang up, knocked Grim down, wrenched the sword
out of his hand and killed him. Next, Grettir's enemy Thorir of Garth
heard of his whereabouts, and prevailed upon one Thorir Redbeard to
attempt to slay him. So Redbeard laid his plans, with the object, as
it is quaintly phrased, of 'winning' Grettir. He, however, declined to
be 'won,' for Redbeard fared no better than Grim. He tried to slay the
outlaw while he was swimming back from his nets, but Grettir sank like
a stone and swam along the bottom till he reached a place where he
could land unseen by Redbeard. He then came on him from behind, while
Redbeard was still looking for his appearance out of the water; heaved
him over his head, and caused him to fall so heavily that his weapon
fell out of his hand. Grettir seized it and smote off his head.
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