Grettir was angry with Noise, and not noticing what the log was, hewed
at it with his axe, which glanced from the wood and cut into his leg,
right down to the bone. Illugi bound it up, and at first it seemed as
though the wound was healed. But after a time his leg took to paining
Grettir, and became blue and swollen, so that he could not sleep, and
Illugi watched by him night and day. At this time Thurid advised
Angle to make another attempt on the island; he therefore gathered a
force of a dozen men together, and set sail in very foul weather, but
no sooner had they reached open sea than the wind lulled, so they came
to Drangey at dusk. Noise had been told to guard the ladders, and had
gone out as usual with very ill grace; he thought to himself he would
not draw them up, so he lay down there and fell asleep, remaining all
day long in slumber till Angle came to the island. Mounting the
ladders, he and his men found Noise snoring at the top; arousing him
roughly, they learned from him what had happened, and how Grettir lay
sick in the hut with Illugi tending him. Angle thrashed Noise soundly
for betraying his master, and the men made for the hut. Illugi guarded
the door with the greatest valour, and when they thrust at him with
spears he struck off all the spear heads from the shafts. But some of
the men leapt up on to the roof, tore away the thatch, and broke one
of the rafters. Grettir thrust up with a spear and killed one man, but
he could not rise from his knee by reason of his wound; the others
leapt down and attacked him; young Illugi threw his shield over him
and made defence for both in most manly wise. Grettir killed another
man, whose body fell upon him, so that he could not use his sword;
wherefore Angle at that moment was able to stab him between the
shoulders, and many another wound they gave him till they thought he
was dead. Angle took Grettir's short sword and struck at the head of
the body with such force that a piece of the sword-blade was nicked
out. So died Grettir, the bravest man of all who ever dwelt in
Iceland.
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