about that business, however it might turn out; but her father
and brother would be answerable for the wedding.


CHAPTER EIGHT
How Cormac Chased Bersi And His Bride.

Cormac took his horse and weapons and saddle-gear.

"What now, brother?" asked Thorgils.

He answered: --

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"My bride, my betrothed has been stolen,
And Bersi the raider has robbed me.
I who offer the song-cup of Odin --
Who else? -- should be riding beside her.
She loved me -- no lord of them better:
I have lost her -- for me she is weeping:
The dear, dainty darling that kissed me,
For day upon day of delight."

Said Thorgils, "A risky errand is this, for Bersi will get home
before you catch him. And yet I will go with thee."

Cormac said he would away and bide for no man. He leapt on his
horse forthwith, and galloped as hard as he could. Thorgils made
haste to gather men, -- they were eighteen in all, -- and came up
with Cormac on the hause that leads to Hrutafiord, for he had