He told Grettir what had happened, and advised him to secure
his own safety, 'for your death is certain if you wait for Glam'.
"Grettir answered: 'The least I can get for my horse is to see the
thrall'. Thorhall replied that it would do him no good to see him,
'for he is unlike anything in human shape; but I am fain of every hour
that you are willing to stay here'.
"The day wore on, and when it was bed-time Grettir would not take off
his clothes, but lay down on the floor over against Thorhall's bed-
closet. He put a thick cloak above himself, buttoning one end beneath
his feet, and doubling the other under his head, while he looked out
at the hole for the neck. There was a strong plank in front of the
floored space, and against this he pressed his feet. The door-
fittings were all broken off from the outer door, but there was a
hurdle set up instead, and roughly secured. The wainscot that had
once stretched across the hall was all broken down, both above and
below the cross-beam. The beds were all pulled out of their places,
and everything was in confusion.
"A light was left burning in the hall, and when the third part of the
night was past Grettir heard loud noises outside.
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