Gay was that harvest feast, and all men learned how Thurid had died in the snow on the night of the wreck. In her cloak had Rolf lived, serving his mother, and he had travelled to Tongue and Swinefell in order to make the plan for gaining his own; but because Flosi could not come he had sent Kolbein his son. Rolf gave great thanks to Snorri and Kolbein, and gifts beside; with all good wishes they parted on the morrow. Then Asdis took over the care of the household of her son, and Frodi was bidden to live there with them. They began again the custom of Hiarandi, to light beacons against shipwreck. So now Rolf dwells at Cragness in his honor, but at the hut on the upland those others live with little ease. Rolf looks out sometimes at the little farm, and sees Grani and his father working in the field to get in the small harvest, hay for the ewe and grain for themselves. Now for Asdis alone that store had been enough, but for three the outlook was not so good. Once Frodi saw Rolf as he watched them working, and the smith said, "Thou takest pleasure in the sight?" Rolf asked, "Rememberest thou what jewels Grani wore, or his father, or Helga, that time when they went away?" "Grani and Einar," said Frodi, "had rings on their arms and brooches on their breasts, but Helga wore none at all." "Silver pennies also they had in their purses," said Rolf. "What is their wealth to thee?" asks Frodi. "Much," answers Rolf. Now the time draws toward winter. The tale tells next how Rolf kept many people by him in the hall, to do the field work and to tend the cattle and horses (but the sheep were in the fold, save twenty which had not come in). Now some of those folk of Einar still dwelt at Cragness, having deserted their master, and none at the hall bade them either go or stay. Yet both Asdis and Frodi showed them little favor, and one by one they slipped away to seek livings elsewhere, save only those two, Hallvard and Hallmund, men of loud talk, strong of growth but not given to work. Evenings in the hall they spoke much, and Frodi scowled thereat; but Rolf sat in his seat and seemed neither to see nor to hear them. Frodi said to him one day: "This one thing I mislike in thee, that thou keepest here those two who deserted their master." Rolf asked: "Was their master worth devotion?" "Maybe not," says Frodi, "yet ingrates are they both." "They are free," said Rolf, "either to stay or go." Frodi grumbled to himself, but said no more to Rolf. Now October comes in very cold, but no snow as yet; and all harvests are in. Grani had stacked his neatly in ricks against the weather, for there was no room in the hut. There was a pen outside for the ewe; she was a good beast and never wandered, coming home at night. On a day Rolf called Hallvard and Hallmund to him, and said: "It were not strange if Grani's ewe were to break out of its pen and eat at my ricks, which stand not far away." And he looked hard at Hallvard, who was the slyer of those two.