'the greenlanders'

"now he and the servingman looked frantically among the birch and willow scrub and paused from time to time to listen for cries or moans, but at first they saw nothing and heard nothing. soon enough, they had a view of the fjord, where white icebergs floated silently in the dark water, and then they had a view of the remains of Ketil's Stead, and still they saw nothing, and Gunnar was tempted to have hope, and he sent the servingman back to Gunnar's Stead to see if Margret had returned. but, indeed, there was her cloak, dark in the gathering dusk, and beneath was her corpus, and much had been done to it in the way of hacking and poking. even so, her head was still upon her neck, and her face was whole and recognizable, and her long braids coiled about her in the grass. now he knelt down in the grass and willow scrub, and he wept as only old men weep who have no hope left.

and it was the case that in his weeping, he cursed the hearts of the Bristol men, that gave them to do such injury. and after that he cursed his own heart, for he, too, had turned his mind and his strength to such killing as this. eight men had fallen by his hand, and through his enmity, and he made himself think carefully upon their names: Skuli Gudmundsson, Ketil the Unlucky, Hallvard Erlendsson, Bjorn Bollason, Sigurd Bjornsson, Hoskuld Bjornsoon and Arni Bjornsson, and then he fell upon his face in the grass, and he wept for these eight men, all of them his enemies, all of them who had done him injury, but all of them men. and then he saw what he was, an old man, ready to die, pressed against the Greenland earth, as small as an ash berry on the face of a mountain, and he did the only thing that men can do when they know themselves, which was to weep and weep and weep.'