They all of them had full arms. So they rode east across Markfleet, and found there some gangrel women, and they begged them to put them across the Fleet west on their horses, and they did so. Then they rode into the Dale, and had a hearty welcome; there Kettle of the Mark met them, and there they sate two nights. Both Runolf and Kettle besought Thrain that he would make up his quarrel with Njal's sons; but he said he would never pay any money, and answered crossly, for he said he thought himself quite a match for Njal's sons wherever they met. "So it may be," says Runolf; "but so far as I can see, no man has been their match since Gunnar of Lithend died and it is likelier that ye will both drag one another down to death." Thrain said that was not to be dreaded. Then Thrain fared up into the Mark, and was there two nights more; after that he rode down into the Dale, and was sent away from both houses with fitting gifts. Now the Markfleet was then flowing between sheets of ice on both sides, and there were tongues of ice bridging it across every here and there. Thrain said that he meant to ride home that evening, but Runolf said that he ought not to ride home; he said, too, that it would be more wary not to fare back as he had said he would before he left home. "That is fear, and I will none of it," answers Thrain. Now those gangrel women whom they had put across the Fleet came to Bergthorsknoll, and Bergthora asked whence they came, but they answered, "Away east under Eyjafell." "Then, who put you across Markfleet?" said Bergthora. "Those," said they, "who were the most boastful and bravest clad of men." "Who?" asked Bergthora. "Thrain Sigfus' son," said they, "and his company, but we thought it best to tell thee that they were so full-tongued towards this house, against thy husband and his sons." "Listeners do not often hear good of themselves," says Bergthora. After that they went their way, and Bergthora gave them gifts on their going, and asked them when Thrain might be coming home. They said that he would be from home four or five nights. After that Bergthora told her sons and her son-in-law Kari, and they talked long and low about the matter. But that same morning when Thrain and his men rode from the east, Njal woke up early and heard how Skarphedinn's axe came against the panel. Then Njal rises up, and goes out, and sees that his sons are all there with their weapons, and Kari, his son-in-law too. Skarphedinn was foremost. He was in a blue cape, and had a targe, and his axe aloft on his shoulder. Next to him went Helgi; he was in a red kirtle, had a helm on his head, and a red shield, on which a hart was marked. Next to him went Kari; he had on a silken jerkin, a gilded helm and shield, and on it was drawn a lion. They were all in bright holiday clothes. Njal called out to Skarphedinn, "Whither art thou going, kinsman?" "On a sheep hunt," he said. "So it was once before," said Njal, "but then ye hunted men."