Part 17 (1/2)

They had now attained the last s.h.i.+p, when suddenly a watchman sprang to the side.

”Boat ahoy! Whence and where?”

”From the 'Great Dragon'--a poor gleeman and his attendant to his home on the sh.o.r.e.”

”Come on board then, and wake us with a song. The watch is ours, and we will make it merry.”

There was no help for it; and commending courage with a significant look to his companion, the gleeman and Alfgar ascended. It was yet dark, and the language and appearance of each might pa.s.s tolerably under ordinary circ.u.mstances for the characters they had a.s.sumed.

”Now a song, and we will keep it up till daylight.”

Thus pressed, the gleeman took his harp and sang an old Scandinavian song of the first sea king who invaded England, Ragnar Lodbrok.

He told how the fierce Ragnar sailed for England, how his fleet was wrecked, but still how, with the relics of his forces, he a.s.saulted Northumbria, and was taken captive by Ella the king, who threw him into a hole filled with vipers and toads.

”Sharp the adder's tooth, but sharper Spake the sea king to his foes, Spake while savage brows grew darker, As he told the countless woes Which the bear's fierce cubs should bring To those who slew their father and their king.”

Then he described the retribution, and the lingering death of Ella under the agonies of the ”rista oern” so vividly, that every Danish heart was filled with emulation.

”Well sung!” shouted the Danes. ”Thou dost sing a song worth hearing. Hast not taught thy son to sing likewise?”

In turn Alfgar was forced to support his a.s.sumed character. Luckily his tenacious memory retained the words of many an old song, and the warriors were well pleased.

”Why must thou go to sh.o.r.e? We will feed and guerdon thee well if thou wilt stay with us.”

”We are aweary now, and would fain return to our comrades on the sh.o.r.e, but we will return by and by.”

”Do so, here is thy reward;” and one of the speakers threw a gold chain round the gleeman's neck. Gold was plentiful with the robbers.

They were allowed to return to their boat; but as they did so, many a keen eye was fixed upon them. The dawn was already beginning to appear in the east, and every moment was of importance.

”Thou hast borne the test well,” said the gleeman, ”and hast not flinched.”

”I could not in your presence.”

At this moment they heard the rapid splash of a boat, manned by many rowers, behind, and a voice shouted aloud to the men on board the s.h.i.+p they had left:

”Hast seen a boat with a gleeman and harp bearer?”

”They have just left the s.h.i.+p.”

”Follow; they are English spies. Sweyn will give the weight of their heads in red gold.”

Instantly they heard the sound of hurried voices, the lowering of boats, the splash of numerous oars, and all nearly close behind them. They took an oar each, and pulled with all the energy of men who pull for life or death.

The light was gradually growing stronger, and their chance of escape seemed feeble, when Alfgar saw before them a dense cloud of mist rolling round the eastern promontory, and uttered a cry of joy as it enfolded them.

”The wind is east, keep it on your right cheek, and steer straight forward. I will take both oars,” said the gleeman.