CHAPTER II.

HRUT WOOS UNNA.


It happened once that those brothers, Hauskuld and Hrut, rode to the
Althing, and there was much people at it. Then Hauskuld said to Hrut,
"One thing I wish, brother, and that is, that thou wouldst better thy
lot and woo thyself a wife."

Hrut answered, "That has been long on my mind, though there always
seemed to be two sides to the matter; but now I will do as thou wishest;
whither shall we turn our eyes?"

Hauskuld answered, "Here now are many chiefs at the Thing, and there is
plenty of choice, but I have already set my eyes on a spot where a match
lies made to thy hand. The woman's name is Unna, and she is a daughter
of Fiddle Mord one of the wisest of men. He is here at the Thing, and
his daughter too, and thou mayest see her if it pleases thee."

Now the next day, when men were going to the High Court, they saw some
well-dressed women standing outside the booths of the men from the
Rangrivervales, Then Hauskuld said to Hrut--

"Yonder now is Unna, of whom I spoke; what thinkest thou of her?"

"Well," answered Hrut; "but yet I do not know whether we should get on
well together."