Die Westfjorde sind die abgeschiedenste Gegend Island und mit gerade einmal gut 6000 Einwohnern so urig, so weltfremd und ursprünglich, dass sie oft als Schauplatz für Sagen dienten. So auch in der Sage von Gisli, einem blutrünstigen Heldenepos vorgelesen von Snævar. Snævar ist Drehbuchautor und arbeitet in den Sommermonaten aushilfsweise im Heimatmuseum in Ísafjörður, der abgelegensten Stadt Islands. Aufgewachsen ist er in Bolungarvik, einem Nachbardorf. Was er an der Abgeschiedenheit der Gegend liebt ist, dass sich jeder kennt.
During his last night Gisli went to his hiding place, accompanied by his wife and his foster daughter. But the women’s long overcoats left a trail in the hoar-frost on the ground. Some time later they heard voices, for Eyjolfur the Gray and his men had followed the trail. Gisli challenged them saying that he would not run away. The cowardly Eyjolfur pushed Helgi the Spy forward and Gisli killed him. Eyjolfur then tried to climb up the cliff in a different place, but Audur struck his arm with a club which caused him to fall down, unable to fight further. Gisli remarked: „I have known for a long time that I had a good wife, but not this good.“ Gisli moved to the top pf a large rock to defend himself. In the end Eyjolfur’s men were able to cut his stomach open with their spears so his innards fell out. Gisli wrapped his shirt around his stomach and tied his girdle and the lept down. As he landed he hewed one of his enemies in two from the head to waist before ending his life. His badly wounded adversaries reported that the last stroke of his sowers was no weaker than the first. All agreed that Gisli had been a brave man though good luck had not always been his fate.