Part 15 (1/2)
Harald himself dreams that he is back again at Nidaros, and that his brother Olaf meets him with a prophecy of ruin and death. The bold Nors.e.m.e.n are not to be daunted by these auguries, and their first successes on the English coast seem to justify their persistence. But on a certain beautiful Monday in September (A.D. 1066, according to the Saxon Chronicle), part of his army being encamped at Stanford Bridge, ”Hardrada, HAVING TAKEN BREAKFAST, ordered the trumpets to sound for going on sh.o.r.e;” but he left half his force behind, to guard the s.h.i.+ps: and his men, antic.i.p.ating no resistance from the castle, which had already surrendered, ”went on sh.o.r.e (the weather being hot), with only their helmets, s.h.i.+elds, and spears, and girt with swords; some had bows and arrows,--and all were very merry.” On nearing the castle, they see ”a cloud of dust as from horses' feet, and under it s.h.i.+ning s.h.i.+elds and bright armour.” English Harold's army is before them. Hardrada sends back to his s.h.i.+p for succour, and sets up his banner, ”Land Ravager,” undismayed by the inequality of his force, and their comparatively unarmed condition. The men on each side are drawn up in battle array, and the two kings in presence; each gazes eagerly to discover his n.o.ble foe among the mult.i.tude.
Harald Hardrada's black horse stumbles and falls; ”the King got up in haste, and said, 'A fall is lucky for a traveller.'”
The English King said to the Northmen who were with him, ”Do you know the stout man who fell from his horse, with the blue kirtle, and beautiful helmet?”
”That is the Norwegian King,” said they.
English Harold replied, ”A great man, and of stately appearance is he; but I think his luck has left him.”
And now twenty gallant English knights ride out of their ranks to parley with the Northmen. One advances beyond the rest and asks if Earl Toste, the brother of English Harold (who has banded with his enemy against him), is with the army.
The Earl himself proudly answers, ”It is not to be denied that you will find him here.”
The Saxon says, ”Thy brother, Harold, sends his salutation, and offers thee the third part of his kingdom, if thou wilt be reconciled and submit to him.”
The Earl replies, at the suggestion of the Norse King, ”What will my brother the King give to Harald Hardrada for his trouble?”
”He will give him,” says the Knight, ”SEVEN FEET OF ENGLISH GROUND, OR AS MUCH MORE AS HE MAY BE TALLER THAN OTHER MEN.”
”Then,” says the Earl, ”let the English King, my brother, make ready for battle, for it never shall be said that Earl Toste broke faith with his friends when they came with him to fight west here in England.”
When the knights rode off, King Harald Hardrada asked the Earl, ”Who was the man who spoke so well?”
The Earl replied, ”That knight was Harold of England.”
The stern Norwegian King regrets that his enemy had escaped from his hands, owing to his ignorance of this fact; but even in his first burst of disappointment, the n.o.ble Norse nature speaks in generous admiration of his foe, saying to the people about him, ”That was but a little man, yet he sat firmly in his stirrups.”
The fierce, but unequal combat is soon at an end, and when tardy succour arrives from the s.h.i.+ps, Harald Hardrada is lying on his face, with the deadly arrow in his throat, never to see Nidaros again. Seven feet of English earth, and no more, has the strong arm and fiery spirit conquered.
But enough of these gallant fellows; I must carry you off to a much pleasanter scene of action. After a very agreeable dinner with Mr. K--, who has been most kind to us, we adjourned to the ball. The room was large and well lighted--plenty of pretty faces adorned it;--the floor was smooth, and the sc.r.a.pe of the fiddles had a festive accent so extremely inspiriting, that I besought Mr. K-- to present me to one of the fair personages whose tiny feet were already tapping the floor with impatience at their own inactivity.
I was led up in due form to a very pretty lady, and heard my own name, followed by a singular sound purporting to be that of my charming partner, Madame Hghelghghagllaghem.
For the p.r.o.nunciation of this polysyllabic cognomen, I can only give you a few plain instructions; commence it with a slight cough, continue with a gurgling in the throat, and finish with the first convulsive movement of a sneeze, imparting to the whole operation a delicate nasal tw.a.n.g. If the result is not something approaching to the sound required, you must relinquish all hope of achieving it, as I did. Luckily, my business was to dance, and not to apostrophize the lady; and accordingly, when the waltz struck up, I hastened to claim, in the dumbest show, the honour of her hand. Although my dancing qualifications have rather rusted during the last two or three years, I remembered that the time was not so very far distant when even the fair Mademoiselle E-- had graciously p.r.o.nounced me to be a very tolerable waltzer, ”for an Englishman,” and I led my partner to the circle already formed with the ”air capable” which the object of such praise is ent.i.tled to a.s.sume. There was a certain languid rhythm in the air they were playing which rather offended my ears, but I suspected nothing until, observing the few couples who had already descended into the arena, I became aware that they were twirling about with all the antiquated grace of ”la valse a trois temps.” Of course my partner would be no exception to the general rule! n.o.body had ever danced anything else at Throndhjem from the days of Odin downwards; and I had never so much as attempted it. What was to be done? I could not explain the state of the case to Madame Hghelghghagllaghem; she could not understand English, nor I speak Norse. My brain reeled with anxiety to find some solution of the difficulty, or some excuse for rus.h.i.+ng from her presence. What if I were taken with a sudden bleeding at the nose, or had an apoplectic fit on the spot? Either case would necessitate my being carried decently out, and consigned to oblivion, which would have been a comfort under the circ.u.mstances.
There was nothing for it but the courage of despair; so, casting reflection to the winds and my arm round her waist, I suddenly whisked her off her legs, and dashed madly down the room, ”a deux temps.” At the first perception that something unusual was going on, she gave such an eldritch scream, that the whole society suddenly came to a standstill. I thought it best to a.s.sume an aspect of innocent composure and conscious rect.i.tude; which had its effect, for though the lady began with a certain degree of hysterical animation to describe her wrongs, she finished with a hearty laugh, in which the company cordially joined, and I delicately chimed in. For the rest of the dance she seemed to resign herself to her fate, and floated through s.p.a.ce, under my guidance, with all the ABANDON of Francesca di Rimini, in Scheffer's famous picture.
The Crown Prince is a tall, fine-looking person; he was very gracious, and asked many questions about my voyage.
At night there was a general illumination, to which the ”Foam” contributed some blue lights.
We got under way early this morning, and without a pilot--as we had entered--made our way out to sea again.
I left Throndhjem with regret, not for its own sake, for in spite of b.a.l.l.s and illuminations I should think the pleasures of a stay there would not be deliriously exciting; but this whole district is so intimately a.s.sociated in my mind with all the brilliant episodes of ancient Norwegian History, that I feel as if I were taking leave of all those n.o.ble Haralds, and Olafs, and Hacons, among whom I have been living in such pleasant intimacy for some time past.
While we are dropping down the coast, I may as well employ the time in giving you a rapid sketch of the commencement of this fine Norse people, though the story ”remonte jusqu'a la nuit des temps,” and has something of the vague magnificence of your own M'Donnell genealogy, ending a long list of great potentates, with ”somebody, who was the son of somebody else, who was the son of Scotha, who was the daughter of Pharaoh!”
In bygone ages, beyond the Scythian plains and the fens of the Tanais, in that land of the morning, to which neither Grecian letters nor Roman arms had ever penetrated, there was a great city called Asgaard. Of its founder, of its history, we know nothing; but looming through the mists of antiquity we can discern an heroic figure, whose superior attainments won for him the lords.h.i.+p of his own generation, and divine honours from those that succeeded.
Whether moved by an irresistible impulse, or impelled by more powerful neighbours, it is impossible to say; but certain it is that at some period, not perhaps very long before the Christian era, under the guidance of this personage, a sun-nurtured people moved across the face of Europe, in a north-westerly direction, and after leaving settlements along the southern sh.o.r.es of the Baltic, finally established themselves in the forests and valleys of what has come to be called the Scandinavian Peninsula. That children of the South should have sought out so inclement a habitation may excite surprise; but it must always be remembered that they were, probably, a comparatively scanty congregation, and that the unoccupied valleys of Norway and Sweden, teeming with fish and game, and rich in iron, were a preferable region to lands only to be colonised after they had been conquered.
Thus, under the leaders.h.i.+p of Odin and his twelve Paladins, --to whom a grateful posterity afterwards conceded thrones in the halls of their chief's Valhalla,--the new emigrants spread themselves along the margin of the out-ocean, and round about the gloomy fiords, and up and down the deep valleys that fall away at right angles from the backbone, or keel, as the seafaring population soon learnt to call the flat, snow-capped ridge that runs down the centre of Norway.
Amid the rude but not ungenial influences of its bracing climate, was gradually fostered that gallant race which was destined to give an imperial dynasty to Russia, a n.o.bility to England, and conquerors to every sea-board in Europe.
Upon the occupation of their new home, the ascendency of that mysterious hero, under whose auspices the settlement was conducted, appears to have remained more firmly established than ever, not only over the ma.s.s of the people, but also over the twelve subordinate chiefs who accompanied him; there never seems to have been the slightest attempt to question his authority, and, though afterwards themselves elevated into an order of celestial beings, every tradition which has descended is careful to maintain his human and divine supremacy. Through the obscurity, the exaggeration, and the ridiculous fables, with which his real existence has been overloaded, we can still see that this man evidently possessed a genius as superior to his contemporaries, as has ever given to any child of man the ascendency over his generation. In the simple language of the old chronicler, we are told, ”that his countenance was so beautiful that, when sitting among his friends, the spirits of all were exhilarated by it; that when he spoke, all were persuaded; that when he went forth to meet his enemies, none could withstand him.” Though subsequently made a G.o.d by the superst.i.tious people he had benefited, his death seems to have been n.o.ble and religious. He summoned his friends around his pillow, intimated a belief in the immortality of his soul, and his hope that hereafter they should meet again in Paradise. ”Then,” we are told, ”began the belief in Odin, and their calling upon him.”