“Þegi þú, Þrípíó,” segir Artú, “Eða ert þú maðr ragr? Sjá maðr es eigi sá,
es Leia konungsdóttir
“You be quiet, 3PO,” says R2, “are you a coward? That man is not the one
who Leia, daughter of the king,

vildi biðja liðsinni, ok es hann sveinn, ok með litlum drengskap.”
wanted to ask for help, and he is a boy and with little courage.”

Lúkr heyrir, at frænka hans Bera kallar til hans, ok segir frá matmáli.
Luke hears, that his female relative
(http://is.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fr%C3%A6nka) calls him, and speaks of meal
time.

“Bokki sæll,” segir Þrípíó, “Ef þú vill, skal ek lesa boðit meðan þú etr, ok
síðan segja þér ǫll, es þar eru skrifuð.”
“My dear fellow,” says 3PO, “If you wish, I shall read (the) message while
you eat, and afterwards tell you all which is written there.”

Lúkr segir at þetta væri líklegast, því at hann reiddisk, ok vildi hǫggva
til Artús, ef hann haldi
Luke says that this would be most suitable, because he was angry and wanted
to hew at R2, if he

boðinu lengr. Þá ferr hann til borðs.
kept the message longer. Then he went to table.

“Annat sinn hefi ek þér borgnum,” segir Þrípíó, “Ok veit ek eigi fyr hví.
Gefir þú eigi mér boðit
“Another time I have saved you,” says 3PO, “and I know not why. (If) you
do not give me (the) message

ok látir mik lesa honum þat, drepir hann þik. Hvé fengum vit komizk undan?”
and let me read it to him, he (will) kill you. Are we able to escape?”

“Sannlega ert þú maðr ragr,” segir Artú, “Ef ek vil komask undan, geng ek
undan.”
“Truly you are a cowardly man,” says R2, “if I wish to escape, I escape.”
*
Lúkr ferr til borðs, segir þar, at honum sýndisk inn stutti þræll stolinn.
Luke goes to table, says there, that it seems to him the short thrall was
stolen.

“Fyr hví sýndisk þér svá?” segir Óinn frændi hans.
“Why does (it) seem so to you?” says Oinn, his kinsman.

“Fyr því ek fann boð í kǭpu hans,” segir Lúkr, “Skrifat í rúnum ok ætlað
manni þeim, es heitir
“For this reason (that) I found a message in his cape,” says Luke, written
in runes and intended for that man who is called

Víga-Óbívan Kvæggansson. En mér þóttisk þat líklegast, at sá maðr sé inn
sami ok Óbívan inn gamli.”
Slayer Obiwan Kvaeggan’s son. But it seems to me most likely, that that man
is the same as Obiwan the old.”

“Mér þykkir eigi svá,” segir Óinn, “Því at ek ætla Víga-Óbívan Kvæggansson
dauðan; hann dó
“I don’t think so,” says Oinn, “because I believe Slayer Obiwan Kvaeggan’s
son to be dead; he died

samstundis ok faðir þinn.”
at the same time as your father.”

“Þekkti hann fǫður minn?” segir Lúkr.
“He knew my father?” says Luke.

“Hvat myndi þik þat skipta?” segir Óinn, “Hann es dauðr. Á morgin tak þessa
nýju þræla til ins
“What difference would that (be) to you?” says Oinn. “He is dead. In the
morning take these new thralls to the

syðra áss; ek vil at þeir þar vinni.”
more southern ridge; I want that they work there.”

“Ok ef þeir vel vinna,” segir Lúkr, “Ek vilda bidja þik aptr, frændi, at í
sumar þú kaupir mér skip
“And if they work well,” says Luke, “I want to ask you afterwards, kinsman,
that in summer you buy me a ship

ok vǭpn, ok látir mik fara á víking.”
and weapons, and let me go a-harrying.”

“Í sumar ert þú mér gagnsamlegast,” segir Óinn, “Ok skaltú eigi fara.”
“In summer you are most useful to me,” says Oinn, “and you shall not go.”

Lúkr vas inn reiðasti ok rauðr sem blóð; ferr ýr húsi ok í fjǫll.
Luke was the most angry and red as blood; goes ?? of the house and to the
mountain.

“Óinn,” kvað Bera, kona Óins, “Fyr hví neitir þú honum aptr? Flestir vinir
hans fara í hernað ok
“Oinn,” said Bera, wife of Oinn, “Why do you deny him again? Most of his
friends go a-harrying and

drepa marga menn, koma aptr til Íslands með skatt ok þræla. Hann vildi eigi
búa hér ok sá korni;
kill many men, come back to Iceland with treasure and thralls. He didn’t
wish to live here and sow grain;

hann es engi búandi. Hann es drengiligr ok framgjarn eptir feðr sínum.”
he is no farmer. He is courageous and eager like his father.”

“Þat óttumk ek,” mælti Óinn Kléggsson.
“That is what I fear,” said Oinn Klegg’s son.

Fred & Grace Hatton
Hawley, Pa.