Part 13 (1/2)
”I should not value him much if I won him by fear. I must try other modes.”
”Only do not tarry; Sweyn himself inquires how long his obstinacy is to be endured.”
”He must not expect that every conversion can be accomplished with as much rapidity as his own in early days.”
”Better not refer to that.”
”Why! he was baptized himself.”
”He would slay any one who reminded him of it.”
”Yes; the curse of Harold Bluetooth, they say, was not a comfortable thing to get.”
”The father was a Christian in that case, and the son returned to the G.o.ds of his ancestors; in your case it is the opposite: the first might be permitted, the last never.”
”You would not talk in that way if he were your own son.”
”Should I not? listen; I had a son, a n.o.ble, gallant boy of fifteen--all fire and spirit--do you know how he died?”
”It was before we knew each other.”
”Then I will tell you. We had been ravaging the Frankish coasts, and the lad got a wound in his shoulder; we carried him home, for he had fought like a wolf, and the leeches tried to cure him, but it was all in vain; they said he would never be fit to go to battle again. Poor Sigard! he could not bear that, and he said one day when I was trying to cheer him, 'No, father, I shall never be able to strike a good downright blow again, and I cannot live until I die a cow's death in my bed; I will die as my fathers have died before me when they could no longer fight.' I saw what he meant, but I did not like the thought, and I tried to change the subject, but he returned to it again and again, until at last he persuaded me to let him have his way. So we took one of our s.h.i.+ps, stuffed it full with things that would burn easily, made a funereal pile on the deck, and laid him thereon in state, with a mantle fit for a king thrown over him. Then we bade him goodbye and a happy journey to Valhalla; he was as cheerful as if he were going to his bridal; we tried to appear as if we were too, but it tore my heart all the same. Then we applied the torch and cut the cable; the wind blew fair, the bark stood out to sea. She had not got half-a-mile from sh.o.r.e when the flames burst out from every crevice of the hold; we saw them surround the pile where he lay pa.s.sive; he did not move so far as we could see, and after that all was hidden from our sight in flame and smoke.”
The old warrior was silent, and, in spite of his stoicism, Anlaf thought a tear stood in his eye.
”So don't tell me I could not give up an only son,” added Sidroc.
Anlaf made no reply, but only sighed--a sign of weakness he strove to repress the moment he betrayed it.
They walked back together to the camp, and there they parted. Anlaf repaired at once to his tent, and found Alfgar seated therein.
”The king wishes to know when you will be enrolled amongst his followers.”
The lad looked up sadly, yet firmly; the expression of his face, whereon filial awe contended with yet higher feelings of duty, was very touching. Anlaf felt it, and in his heart respected his son, while sometimes he felt furious at his disobedience.
”Father, it is useless, you should not have brought me here, I shall live and die a Christian.”
”At all events, Alfgar, you should give more attention to all we have said to you, and more respect to the defenders of the old belief in which your ancestors were all content to die. What do you suppose has become of them?”
If Alfgar had been a modern Christian, he might have said, conscientiously enough, that he believed they would be judged by their light, but no such compromise in belief was possible then.
”There is no salvation save in the Church,” he said, sorrowfully enough.
”Then where are they--in h.e.l.l?”
Alfgar was silent.
”What was good enough for them is good enough for me, and for that matter for you, too. I should be more comfortable there with them than with your saints and monks; at all events, I will take my chance with my forefathers, cannot you do the same?”
”They did not know all I do.”