By Tim Severin
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The following, supply me a hand. ' And he started digging a gap down in the course of the turf which lined the tomb. Grave-robbing used to be a brand new event for me, but while I observed the livid power with which Grettir hacked and stabbed on the soil along with his iron bar, i made a decision it'd be wiser to humour him. i used to be afraid of what he could do if i attempted to restrain him. Taking it in turns to excavate, we burrowed right down to the outer roof of the tomb. whilst the purpose of the iron bar struck the roof timbers of the vault, Gettir gave a grunt of pride, and with a number of strong blows punched a gap sufficiently big for him to climb down into the tomb. 'Stand defend right here for me, will you? ' he requested. 'In case i am getting caught down there and want aid to climb out. ' He used to be unwinding a rope from round his waist, and that i realised that plundering the tomb have been his purpose from the instant he had prompt that he and that i climb to the headland. A second later Grettir was once decreasing himself down into the black gap and that i may perhaps pay attention his voice as he vanished into the gloom. For a second i presumed he was once chatting with me, and attempted to make out what he was once asserting. yet then I realised that he used to be speaking to himself. He used to be creating a noise to take care of his braveness, to catch up on his terror of the darkish. His phrases, echoing up from the doorway gap into the tomb, made no experience. Then got here a unexpected loud crash, instantly through a noisy yell of bravado. there has been one other crash, and one other, and that i guessed he used to be nailing approximately at the hours of darkness, floundering and tripping over one crisis after one other, falling over the grave items at the hours of darkness, pushed through his choice to hold out the theft, but gripped by means of a feeling of panic. The racket eventually ended after which I heard Grettir's voice name as much as me, 'Hang onto the rope! i am able to climb up. ' I braced at the rope and shortly Grettir's head and shoulders seemed throughout the gap within the roof of the tomb, and he hauled himself out onto the grass. Then he became around and started to drag at the rope, till its finish seemed hooked up to a package deal. He had used his tunic as a sack to carry many of the goods he had gathered. He laid them out at the grass to examine. there have been numerous bronze dishes, a few buckles and strap ends from horse harness, a silver cup, and silver arm earrings. the best merchandise used to be a brief sword which the lifeless guy may have carried if the Valkyries chosen him for a warrior's afterlife in Valholl. Grettir slid the weapon out of its sheath and in a glimmer of moonlight i'll see the elaborate styles a grasp swordsmith had labored into the steel of the blade. 'That's a noble weapon,' I commented. 'Yes, I needed to struggle the haugbui for it,' Grettir responded. 'He was once reluctant to provide it up. ' 'The mound dweller? ' I requested. 'He was once expecting me, seated within the lifeless man's chair,' Grettir stated. 'I was once groping round within the darkness, accumulating the grave items, while I positioned my hand on his leg and he jumped to his ft and attacked me. I needed to struggle him at the hours of darkness, as he attempted to include me in his demise grip.