"So," answered Frodi, "I see no way at all to avoid that blood-guiltiness." "Thou canst cast the bill in the sea," says Snorri. On a sudden Frodi started back from the bill, and clutched at the clothes on his breast, and cried: "Heard ye how it hummed even then?" Said Grani, "I heard naught." But Kolbein hitched his stool further away from the bill, saying: "I heard something." Snorri looked upon Einar, who was pale with fear. "Now," said Snorri, "what of that bow which, if shooting here at this boundary may cost thee thy life, is mayhap the greater danger to thee of the two?" Einar answered nothing. "Come," says Snorri, "do this if thou wouldst avoid all evil: cast this bill and that bow into the sea." Now the crone rose up again, and she sang this song: "Bring ye here those weapons forth. Lay them crossing, east and north, Here upon the fateful ground Where death Hiarandi found. Over them make ye the sign Of the church, with holy wine. Build ye then a fire great; Ere the flames to coals abate, Cast those weapons in them here. Power of spells will disappear; No fate then need Einar fear!" "Now," said Snorri, "this burning is the best counsel, for weapons cast in the sea would come again to shore." Then Thurid covered her head again and crouched down as before. But Einar rose in a panic and bade Grani fetch the bow, the arrows, and some wine. Grani departed hastily, and ran to the hall, and called his sister, bidding her bring wine while he got the bow and arrows. "Now," cried Helga, "wilt thou mock the death of Hiarandi, and jeer at Rolf, who saved thy life here on the rocks?" "What sayest thou of saving my life?" asked Grani. Helga told how Rolf and Frodi had borne him to shore. "Be comforted," said Grani. "No man shoots with the great bow, for Rolf, who alone can string it, is away. But witchcraft lies in it, and it shall be burnt. And when this feast is ended I will send for Rolf, and offer him peace and friendship." "No peace comes from Rolf," answers Helga, "while we own his lands, nor friendship while we sit in his hall. Violence meets violence, so says the good book." But she went and got the wine, and Grani seized the bow and its quiver from out the rick, and bore all to the brookside again. There the fire was already built. Snorri received the bow in his hands, for neither Kolbein nor Einar would touch it. The priest of Snorri's household took the wine, to hallow it; and Snorri drew the bow from its case. "Let all give back," said he. "Make space for the fire and the burning of the bow. Let the crone say when all is ready."