In the Saga of Thorgils and Haflithi, ch. 10 (published in Sturlunga Saga, ed. by G. Vigfusson, Vol. I, , we are told that at a wedding held at Reykjaholar in Iceland in 1119, “There was fun and merriment and great festivity and all kinds of amusements, such as dancing and wrestling and story-telling.... Although it is a matter of no great importance, some record has been preserved of the entertainment which was provided, and who were the people who provided it. Stories were told which many people now reject, and of which they disclaim any knowledge; for it seems that many people do not know what is true, but think some things to be true which are really pure invention and other things to be fictitious which are really true. Hralf of Skalmarnes told a story about Hroengvith the Viking and Olaf ‘the Sailors’ King,’ and about the rifling of the barrow of Thrain the berserk, and about Hromund Gripsson, and included many verses in his story. King Sverrir used to be entertained with this story and declared that fictitious stories like this were the most entertaining of any. Yet there are men who can trace their ancestry to Hromund Gripsson. Hrolf himself had composed this story.”

Among those whose ancestry was traced to Hromund Greipsson were Ingolf and Leif, the first Norwegian colonists of Iceland. According to Landnamabok, 1, ch. 3, they were second cousins, and their grandfathers, who had come from Thelamoerk in the south-west of Norway, were sons of Hromund. Olaf ‘The Sailors’ King’ is mentioned also in the Saga of Grim Lothinkinni, ch. 3; and members of his family figure prominently in several other sagas.

These persons may actually be historical. But the fictitious element is obvious enough in many places as, for instance, in Hromund’s voyage to the west. Thrain himself is vividly presented to us as “black and huge, with talons like bird’s claws, all clad in glittering gold, seated on a throne, roaring loudly and blowing a fire!” This chapter is indeed a tale of

Ghaisties and ghoulies,
And lang-leggity beasties,
And things that gae bump in the nicht.

The most curious features of the saga, however, are the blurred and perhaps confused reminiscences of stories and characters which form the subject of some of the Edda poems. The brothers Bild and Voli can hardly be other than corruptions of the god Balder and his avenger Valí. The name of Hromund’s sword ‘Mistletoe’ too may be a reminiscence of the same story, though a sword of the same name is found in Hervarar Saga (ch. 2). Again, the account of Hromund’s sojourn with Hagal, disguised as a grinding-maid, and the search made by Blind (ch. 8) are certainly reminiscences of the Edda poem Helgakvitha Hundingsbana II (sometimes called Voelsungakvitha), where the same adventures are recorded in connection with the same names, except that Helgi here takes the place Hromund.

But the most interesting case, however, is the story of Hromund’s opponent Helgi the Bold and Kara (ch. 7). In this story, Helgi is said to be in the service of two kings called Hadding, and there can be little doubt that Helgi and Kara are identical with Helgi Haddingjaskati and Kara, whose adventures formed the subject of a lost poem called Karuljoth. This poem is referred to in the prose at the end of Helgakvitha Hundingsbana II, where it is stated that they were réincarnations of Helgi Hundingsbani and Sigrun just as the two latter were themselves réincarnations of Helgi the son of Hjoervarth and Svava “but that is now said to be an old wives’ tale.”

Chapter 4 also has a special interest of its own. Breaking into barrows was a favourite exploit of the Norsemen, no doubt for the sake of the gold which they often contained. References to the practice are very common in the sagas, e.g. Grettissaga, ch. 18; Hartharsaga, ch. 15; cf. also Saxo Grammaticus, Dan. Hist., ff., etc. The ruthlessness with which the Norsemen plundered the Irish barrows is mentioned with great indignation in the Irish Chronicles. In the War of the Gaedhil with the Gaill, cap. XXV, we read that certain Norsemen plundered in Ireland “until they reached Kerry, and they left not a cave there under ground that they did not explore.” In the same work cap. LXIX, we are told that

Never was there a fortress, or a fastness, or a mound, or a church, or a sacred place, or a sanctuary, when it was taken by that howling, furious, loathsome crew, which was not plundered by the collectors and accumulators of that wealth. Neither was there in concealment under ground in Erin, nor the various solitudes belonging to Fians or to Fairies, anything that was not discovered by these foreign, wonderful Denmarkians, through paganism and idol worship.

Finally in the Annals of Ulster we read (sub anno 862) that

The cave of Achadh-Aldai (i.e. probably New Grange, near Dublin) and [the cave] of Knowth, and the cave of Fert-Boadan over Dowth, and the cave of the smith’s wife were searched by the foreigners (i.e. Norsemen, etc.) which had not been done before.

And in England as late as 1344 Thomas of Walsingham records the slaying of the dragon that guarded a barrow, and the recovery of a great treasure of gold by the retainers of the Earl of Warrenne.

Popular imagination believed that barrows were occupied by a ghostly inhabitant ‘haugbui,’ who guarded the treasure. This was sometimes a dragon, as in Beowulf, or a reanimated corpse, as in our saga; but whatever he was, he inspired the outside world with such fear that the breaking into a grave-mound came to be regarded as a deed of the greatest courage and prowess. The ‘hogboy’ (haugbui) of Maeshowe, a barrow in the Orkneys, is still a living reality in the imaginations of the country people.

Unfortunately The Saga of Hromund Greipsson is preserved only in late paper MSS., of which none apparently are earlier than the seventeenth century. None of the verses of which the notice in the Saga of Thorgils and Haflithi speaks (cf. above) have been preserved. There is, however, a rhymed version of the saga known as Griplur, dating apparently from about the year 1400 and evidently taken from a better text than any of those which have come down to us. A short extract from these rhymed verses will be found on pp. 173-75. For a full discussion of the relationship of the Griplur to the extant texts of the saga and to the later ballads, the reader is referred to Koelbing, Beitraege zur Vergleichenden Geschichte der Romantischen Poesie und Prosa des Mittelalters (Breslau, 1876), pp. 181-83, and to Andrews, Studies in the Fornaldarsoegur Northrlanda in Modern Philology, 1911, 1912.

A full bibliography of texts, translations and literature relating to this saga will be found in Islandica, Vol. v, .

THE SAGA OF HROMUND GREIPSSON

I. There was a King called Olaf, the son of Gnothar-Asmund, and he ruled over Garthar in Denmark, and was very famous. Two brothers, Kari and Oernulf, both mighty warriors, were entrusted with the defence of his territories. In that district there was a wealthy landowner called Greip, who had a wife called Gunnloeth, the daughter of Hrok the Black. They had nine sons whose names were as follows: Hrolf, Haki, Gaut, Throest, Angantyr, Logi, Hromund, Helgi, Hrok. They were all promising fellows, though Hromund was the finest of them. He did not know what fear was. He was blue-eyed and fair-haired; he was broad-shouldered, tall and strong, and resembled his mother’s father. The King had two men called Bild and Voli. They were wicked and deceitful, but the King valued them highly.

On one occasion King Olaf was sailing eastwards with his fleet along the coast of Norway. They put in at Ulfasker, and lying to off one of the islands they began to plunder. The King bade Kari and Oernulf go up on the island and look if they could see any warships. They went up on land and saw six warships under some cliffs, one of them being a most gorgeous ‘Dragon.’ Kari called to the men and asked whose ships they were. One of the scoundrels on the ‘Dragon’ stood up and declared his name to be Hroengvith, adding:

“But what may your name be?”

Kari told him his own name and the name of his brother and added:

“You are the worst man I know and I am going to chop you into fragments.”

Hroengvith replied: “For thirty-three years I have harried both summer and winter. I have fought sixty battles and been victorious every time with my sword Brynthvari, which has never grown blunt. Come here to-morrow, Kari, and I will sheathe it in your breast.”

Kari said he would not fail to appear.

Hroengvith had it in his power to choose every day who was to perish by the point of his sword.

II. The brothers went back to the King and told him the news. The King gave orders to prepare for battle, and his men set to work. The hosts met and a stiff fight took place. The brothers fought bravely, Kari slaying eight or twelve men with every blow. When Hroengvith saw that, he leapt up on the King’s ship, attacked Kari and thrust him through with his sword. As soon as Kari was wounded he called to the King:

“Farewell, Sire. I am going to be Othin’s guest!”

Hroengvith spitted Oernulf on his spear, and when both the brothers had fallen, Hroengvith called out to the rest to surrender. Then a murmur of discontent arose in the King’s host. No blade would wound Hroengvith. Now it is told that Hromund Greipsson was in the King’s retinue. He took a club in his hand, fastened a long grey goat’s beard on his face, drew a hood over his head, and then rushed to the fight, where he found the two brothers lying dead. He rescued the King’s standard, and began to deal death among the scoundrels with his club.

Hroengvith asked who he was and if he were the father of that wretched Kari.

Hromund told him his name and said he was going to avenge the brothers:

“Though Kari was no relative of mine, I will slay you all the same.”

And thereupon he dealt Hroengvith such a blow with his club that his head was all awry afterwards.

Hroengvith said: “I have been in many battles, but I never got such a blow!”

Hromund struck another blow at Hroengvith and broke his skull. At the third stroke he died. After that all the survivors surrendered to the King, and so the battle ended.

III. Then Hromund proceeded to ransack the ship, and came upon a man prepared to offer resistance in the prow. He asked the man’s name; and he replied that he was called Helgi the Bold, a brother of Hroengvith, and added: “I have no mind to sue for peace.” Hromund gave orders that the wounds of Helgi the Bold should be attended to. Then he sailed away to Sweden and was entrusted with the defence of part of the country.

After that King Olaf sailed away to the British Isles with his host, as far as the Hebrides, where they landed and made a raid. There was a man dwelling hard by whose cattle had been taken and driven away by the King’s men, and he was bewailing his loss piteously. Hromund went and asked him who he was.

The man replied that his name was Mani and that his home was a very little way off; and he said that they would win more honour by breaking into barrows and plundering the treasures of ghosts.

Hromund asked him to tell him if he knew anything about places of this kind.

Mani replied that he certainly did:

“There was a berserk called Thrain, a big, strong man who was deeply versed in sorcery. He conquered Valland and was King there. He was put into a barrow with a sword, armour and great treasure; but no-one is in a hurry to go there.”

Hromund asked in which direction they should sail in order to reach it, and he replied that they could reach it by sailing due south for six days. Hromund thanked the man for his information, gave him money, and restored his cattle to him. Then they sailed away in the direction indicated by the man, and at the end of six days they saw the barrow straight in front of their ship.

IV. They went from the British Isles to Valland, and found the barrow and immediately set to work to break it open. And when six days had elapsed they came upon a trap-door in the barrow. There they beheld a big fiend, black and huge, all clad in glittering gold, and seated on a throne. He was roaring loudly and blowing a fire.

Hromund asked: “Now who will enter the barrow? Whoever does so shall have his choice of three treasures.”

Voli replied: “No-one will be anxious to forfeit his life for them. There are sixty men here, and that troll will be the death of them all.”

Hromund said: “Kari would have ventured on it, had he been alive,” and he added what was true enough that even if he were let down by a rope, it would not be so bad to struggle against eight others as against Thrain.

Then Hromund climbed down by a rope. It was during the night; and when he had got down, he gathered up a great amount of treasure and bound it to the end of the rope.

Thrain had been King of Valland in bygone days and had won all his victories by magic. He had wrought great evil; and when he was so old that he could fight no longer, he had got himself shut up alive in the barrow, and much treasure along with him.

Now Hromund saw a sword hanging up on a pillar. He took it down, girded it on, and marched up to the throne, saying:

“It is time for me to leave the barrow since there is no-one to stop me. But what ails you, old fellow? Have you not seen me gathering up your money while you sit quietly by, you hateful cur? Were you not ashamed to look on while I took your sword and necklace and ever so many more of your treasures?”

Thrain said that he cared for nothing if only he would let him sit quietly on his throne: “Formerly,” he continued, “I used to be the first to fight. I must have become a great coward if I let you rob me of my wealth single handed; but I’m going to prevent your taking my treasures; you had better beware of me, dead though I am.”

Then said Hromund: “Hoist yourself up on your legs, coward and weakling, and take back your sword from me if you dare.”

The ghost replied: “There is no glory in attacking me with a sword when I am unarmed. I would rather try my strength in wrestling with you.”

Then Hromund flung down the sword and trusted to his strength. When Thrain saw that, he took down his cauldron which he kept above him. He was by no means pleasant to watch as he blew up his fire, ready to make a meal from the cauldron. The body of the cauldron was full, and there was a big flame beneath its feet. Thrain was wearing a gold-wrought mantle. Both his hands were crooked and his finger nails were like talons.

Hromund said: “Get down off your throne, vile wretch, now that you have been robbed of all wealth.”

Then said the ghost: “To be sure, it is high time to get on my legs, since you taunt me with lack of courage.”

Day departed, and evening drew on, and it became dark in the barrow. Then the ghost began wrestling with Hromund and threw down his cauldron. Hromund put forth all his strength, and they fought so hard that rubble and stones were torn up. Then the ghost sank down on one knee, saying:

“You press me hard: you are indeed a brave fellow.”

Hromund replied: “Stand up on your feet again without support. You are much weaker than Mani the peasant said.”

Then Thrain turned himself into a troll, and the barrow was filled with a horrible stench: and he stuck his claws into the back of Hromund’s neck, tearing the flesh from his bones down to his loins, saying:

“You need not complain if the game is rough and your body sore, for I am going to tear you limb from limb.”

“I cannot imagine,” cried Hromund, “how such a cat has got into this barrow!”

The ghost replied: “You must have been brought up by Gunnloeth. There are not many like you.”

“It will go ill with you,” said Hromund, “if you go on scratching me long.”

They wrestled hard and long till everything round them shook. At last Hromund tripped him and brought him down. It had become very dark by this time.

Then said the ghost: “By guile you have overcome me and taken my sword. It was that that brought our struggle to this issue. I have lived in my barrow for a long time, brooding over my riches; but it is not wise to trust too much to one’s treasures, however good they may seem. Never would I have thought that you, Mistletoe, my good sword, would do me a hurt.”

Hromund then freed himself and seized the sword, and said:

“Now tell me how many men you have slain in single combat with Mistletoe.”

“A hundred and forty four,” said the ghost, “and I never got a scratch. I tried my skill with King Seming who was in Sweden, and he was of the opinion that it would take a long time to vanquish me.”

Hromund said: “You have been a curse on men for a long time, and it will be a good deed to kill you at once.”

Then he cut off the ghost’s head, and burned him to ashes on the fire; and then he went out of the barrow. They asked him on what terms he and Thrain had parted, and he replied that matters had gone according to his wishes: “For I cut off his head.”

Hromund kept for himself the three treasures which he had won in the barrow the ring, the necklace and Mistletoe; but everyone received a share of the money.

Then King Olaf sailed away to his kingdom in the north, and settled down peacefully in his own country.

V. After that Hromund grew very famous. He was generous and popular. One day he gave to a man called Hrok a ring of solid gold which weighed an ounce. Voli got to know about that and slew Hrok by night and stole the ring. And when the King heard of it he said he would be even with Voli some day for such a piece of villainy.

The King had two sisters, one called Dagny and the other Svanhvit. Svanhvit was better than her sister in every way, and had no equal between Sweden and Halogaland.

Hromund Greipsson was at home at this time and became friendly with Svanhvit; but he took no precautions against either Voli or Bild. On one occasion she told Hromund that Voli and Bild were busy slandering him to the King.

He said: “I am not afraid of any low wretch, and I shall talk to you as long as you give me the chance.”

This slander became so serious that Hromund and his brother had to leave the King’s retinue and go home to their father.

A short time after, Svanhvit was talking to King Olaf and said:

“Hromund, who brought us the greatest glory, has now been banished from the royal retinue; and in his place you retain two men who care for neither honour nor virtue.”

The King replied: “A rumour reached me that he intended to betray you; and the sword shall part your love.”

“You have very soon forgotten,” said she, “the time when he went alone into the barrow; and no-one else dared. Voli and Bild will be hanged first.”

And having said this, she departed hastily.

VI. Some time after this, two kings, both called Hadding, came from Sweden, and Helgi the brother of Hroengvith was with them. They challenged King Olaf to battle with them on the frozen surface of Lake Vener in the western part of the land. He preferred fighting them to abandoning his country, so he summoned Hromund and his brothers to follow him. Hromund, however, declined to go, saying that Bild and Voli were mighty fine fellows and always fought for the King.

The King departed with his host. Svanhvit was grieved at what had happened, and went to Hromund’s home. Hromund welcomed her.

“Hearken now to my prayer,” said she, “more favourably than you did to my brother’s request, and help the King. I will give you a shield with a strap attached. Nothing can harm you while you wear this strap.”

Hromund thanked her for the gift and she was comforted; so he and his eight brothers made ready to set out.

In the meantime the King and his host reached the frozen Vener, where the Swedish army was waiting for them. And in the morning, as soon as it was light enough to fight, they armed themselves on the ice, and the Swedes made a fierce onslaught. Bild was slain as soon as the battle began, but Voli was nowhere to be seen. King Olaf and King Hadding were wounded.

Hromund had pitched his tent near the side of the lake. His brothers armed themselves early in the morning; but Hromund said:

“I had a bad dream in the night; some misfortune is in store for us, and I am not going into the battle today.”

His brothers replied that it was disgraceful not to have the courage to support the King’s army, when he had come for that very purpose.

They went into the battle and fought bravely and all those of the army of the Haddings who came against them fell in heaps. A witch had come among them in the likeness of a swan. She sang and worked such powerful spells that none of Olaf’s men took heed to defend themselves. Then she flew over the sons of Greip, singing loudly. Her name was Kara. At that same moment Helgi the Bold encountered the eight brothers and slew every one of them.

VII. At this point Hromund entered the battle. Helgi the Bold caught sight of him and cried:

“Here comes the man who slew my brother Hroengvith. Now you must beware of that sword of his which he got in the barrow. You held aloof while I slew your brothers.”

“You need not question my courage, Helgi,” replied Hromund, “for one or other of us must fall now.”

Helgi said: “Mistletoe is such a heavy weapon that you cannot use it. I will lend you another that you can manage.”

“You need not taunt me with faint-heartedness,” cried Hromund. “Remember the blow which I dealt Hroengvith, when I shattered his skull to atoms!”

Helgi said: “You have bound a girl’s garter round your hand, Hromund. Lay aside the shield which you are carrying. It will be impossible to wound you so long as you carry that: I am sure that you are dependent on that girl.”

Hromund could not endure these galling words, and flung down his shield. Helgi the Bold had always been victorious, and it was by means of magic that he had gained his success. His mistress’ name was Kara she who was present in the form of a swan. Helgi brandished his sword so high over his head that it chopped off the swan’s leg. He drove the sword down into the ground as far as the hilt, and said:

“My luck has fled now; and it was a bad business when I missed you.”

Hromund replied: “You were very unlucky, Helgi, to be the slayer of your own mistress, and you will have no more happiness.”

Kara dropped down dead. And with the stroke that Helgi made at Hromund, when the sword was buried up to the hilt, the point of the sword caught Hromund’s belly and ripped it open, and Helgi fell forward with the force of his own stroke. Hromund was not behindhand then: he struck Helgi on the head with Mistletoe, cleaving helmet and skull down to the shoulders, and breaking a piece out of the sword. Then Hromund took his belt-knife and thrust it into his belly where there was a gaping wound, and forced back the paunch fat which was hanging out. At the same time he stitched up the edges of his belly with a cord, bound his clothes firmly over it, and so continued fighting valiantly. Men fell dead in heaps before him, and he fought on till midnight. Then the survivors of the army of the Haddings fled, and thereupon the battle came to an end.

Then Hromund saw a man standing before him on the ice, and he felt convinced that he must have made the ice on the lake by spells. He perceived that it was Voli. He remarked that it was not unfitting that he should give him his deserts, and rushed at him, brandishing Mistletoe and intending to strike him. Voli blew the sword out of his hand, and it happened to light on a hole in the ice, and sank to the bottom.

Then Voli laughed and said: “You are doomed now that you have lost hold of Mistletoe.”

Hromund replied: “You will die before me.”

Then he leapt upon Voli and caught him up and dashed him down against the ice, so that his neck-bone was broken. There lay the great sorcerer dead! But Hromund sat him down on the ice, saying:

“I did not take the girl’s advice, so now I have got fourteen wounds; and in addition to that my eight brothers lie slain, and my good blade Mistletoe has fallen into the lake, and nothing will ever make up to me for the loss of my sword.”

Then he went back to his tent and got some rest.

VIII. Now the King’s sisters were sent for. Svanhvit examined Hromund’s wound, and stitched his stomach together and tried to bring him round. She got him taken to a man called Hagal to be cured. This man’s wife was very skilful, and they made him welcome and nursed him back to health. Hromund discovered that the couple were skilled in magic.

The man was a fisherman, and one day when he was fishing, he caught a pike, and on going home and cutting it open he found Hromund’s sword Mistletoe in its maw, and gave it to him. Hromund was glad to get it and kissed the sword-hilt and rewarded the peasant richly.

In King Hadding’s army was a man called Blind the Evil. He told the King that Hromund was alive and was being nursed secretly in the home of the peasant couple. The King refused to believe it, declaring that they would not dare to conceal him; but he ordered a search to be made. Blind and some other men went to the dwelling of Hagal and his wife and asked if Hromund was under their care. The woman said he would not be found there. Blind searched thoroughly, but did not find Hromund because the woman had hidden him under her cauldron. Blind and his companions went away, and when they had gone some distance Blind said:

“Our quest has not been fruitful. We must go back again.”

They did so. They went back and found the woman. Blind told her that she was a crafty one and had hidden Hromund under her cauldron.

“Look there then and see if you can find him,” said she. This she said because, when she saw them returning, she had dressed Hromund in woman’s clothes and set him to grind and turn the handmill. The men now made search in the house and when they came upon the girl turning the handmill they sniffed all round the place, but she cast an unfriendly look on the King’s men, and they went away again without finding anything.

And when they had gone away, Blind said that the peasant’s wife had made things look different from what they were, and he had his suspicions that it must have been Hromund who was turning the mill, dressed as a woman. “And I see we have been deceived. We shall do no good struggling with the woman for she is more cunning than we.”

They cursed her and went back home to the King, leaving matters as they stood.

IX. In the following winter Blind saw many things in a dream, and on one occasion he told his dream to the King, saying:

“I dreamed that a wolf came running from the east, and bit you and wounded you, O King.”

The King said he would interpret his dream as follows:

“A King will come here from some other land, and his coming will be terrible at first; yet afterwards peace will be brought about.”

And Blind said that he dreamed he saw many hawks perched on a house “And there I espied your falcon, Sire. He was all bare and stripped of his feathers.”

The King said: “A wind will come from the clouds and shake our castle.”

Blind related a third dream as follows.

“I saw a herd of swine running from the south towards the King’s hall and rooting up the earth with their snouts.”

The King said: “That signifies the flood-tide, wet weather, and grass springing from moisture, when the sun shines on the heath.”

Blind related a fourth dream:

“I thought I saw a terrible giant come hither from the east; he gave you a great wound with his teeth.”

The King said: “Messengers from some King will come into my hall. They will provoke enmity and I shall be angered thereby.”

“Here is a fifth dream,” said Blind; “I dreamed that a terrible serpent lay coiled round Sweden.”

“A splendid warship will land here, loaded with jewels,” said the King.

“I had a sixth dream,” said Blind; “I dreamed that dark clouds came over the land with claws and wings, and flew away with thee, O King; and I dreamed moreover that there was a serpent in the house of Hagal the peasant. He attacked people in a terrible manner. He devoured both you and me and all the men belonging to the court. Now what can that signify?”

The King said: “I have heard that there is a bear lurking not far from Hagal’s dwelling. I will go and attack the bear, and it will be in a great rage.”

“Next I dreamed that a dragon’s form had been drawn round the King’s hall, and Hromund’s belt was hanging from it.”

The King said: “You know that Hromund lost his sword and belt in the lake; and are you afraid of Hromund after that?”

Blind dreamed yet more dreams which he told to the King; and the King interpreted them all to his liking, and none of them according to their real significance.

But now Blind related one more dream this time one which concerned himself.

“I dreamed that an iron ring was fixed round my neck.”

The King said: “The meaning of this dream is that you are going to be hanged; and that will be the end of both of us.”

X. After that King Olaf gathered together an army and went to Sweden. Hromund accompanied him, and they took the hall of King Hadding by surprise. He was in bed in an outer chamber, and was not aware of their presence till they smashed in the door of his room. Hadding shouted to his men and asked who was disturbing the peace of the night. Hromund told him who they were.

The King said: “You are anxious to avenge your brothers.”

Hromund said that he had not come to waste words about the death of his brothers, adding “Now you will have to pay for it and perish on the spot.”

Then one of King Hadding’s champions, as big as a giant, leapt up; but Hromund slew him. King Hadding covered himself up in bed and got no wound, because every time Hromund cut down at him, the sword turned and came down flat on him. Then Hromund took a club and beat King Hadding to death.

Then said Hromund: “Here I have laid low King Hadding, the most famous man I have ever seen.”

The man Blind, who was also called Bavis, was bound and then hanged; and so his dream was fulfilled.

They got a quantity of gold and other booty there, and then went home. King Olaf married Svanhvit to Hromund. They were devoted to one another, and had a family of sons and daughters; they were people of great distinction in every respect. Kings and great champions sprang from their stock.

Here ends the Saga of Hromund Greipsson.