The Last Samurai (44 page)

á koll ok bart tj
ru í h
fuð
ér. Siðan keyptir
ú at prælum, at rísta upp jarðarmen, ok skreitt
ú
ar undir um nóttina. Síðan fórt
ú til
órólfs Loptssonar á Eyrum, ok tók hann við
ér ok bar
ik út í mj
lsekkum sínum.’

‘
Skarp-Hedin is my name,’ he replied, ‘and you have often seen me here at the Althing. But I must he sharper than you, for I have no need to ask you your name. You are called Skapti Thoroddsson, but once you called yourself Bristle-Head, when you had just killed Ketil of Elda; that was the time you shaved your head and smeared it with tar, and bribed some slaves to cut you a strip of turf to cower under for the night. Later you fled to Thorolf Loptsson of Eyrar, who took you in and then smuggled you abroad in his flour sacks.
’

Eptir
at gengu
eir Ásgrímr út.

With that they all left the booth
.

Nothing happened in the house.

Skarpheðinn mælti: ‘Hvert skulu vér nú ganga?’

‘
Where shall we go now?’ asked Skarp-Hedin
.

‘Til búðar Snorra goða,’ segir Ásgrímr.

‘
To Snorri the Priest’s booth,’ said Asgrim
.