"That was mere jealousy," said Thurid; "she grudged any other person the use of them, and that was why she gave these orders; but nothing terrible will happen though her words are set aside." "I doubt," said he, "whether it will be well to do otherwise than as she charged me." Then Thurid laid her arms round his neck, and besought him not to burn the furnishings of the bed, and so much did she press him in this that his heart gave way to her, and she managed it so that Thorodd burned the mattresses and pillows, while she took for herself the quilt and coverlets and all the hangings.

Yet neither of them was well pleased.
After this the funeral was made ready; trustworthy men were sent with the body, and good horses which Thorodd owned.

The body was wrapped in linen, but not sewed up in it, and then laid in the coffin.

After this they held south over the heath as the paths go, and went on until they came to a farm called Lower Ness, which lies in the Tongues of Staf-holt.

There they asked leave to stay over night, but the farmer would give them no hospitality.