Sighvatur's Game Of Chance

The battle at the hills had concluded, and before Sighvatur was a defeated Njal. 

His army had been crushed with Sighvatur suffering minimal losses, but this was no surprise.

It was no surprise why he was mentioned in the same breath as Gissur, Njal understood why now. 

This man was strong but that was not the most fearful thing about it, his ability to command an army while in battle was to be feared.

They had not killed everyone, and Njal knew there was still a chance at survival if he played his cards right. 

"Chieftain Sighvatur, you live up to your reputation." Njal praised him but this was not a man with a fragile ego, he did not need it fed for he knew that he was strong or he would not be the Chieftain.

"You fought well too, Njal. I am certain your father would have been proud," Sighvatur returned the praise, but he was already looking at the next battle that lay ahead.