Part 15 (1/2)

”What wilt thou pay, then, maid Gudruda?” said Odin.

”My life,” she answered.

”Good,” he said; ”for a night Eric shall be thine. Then die, and let thy death be his cause of death.” And Odin sang this song:

”Now, corse-choosing Daughters, hearken To the dread Allfather's word: When the gale of spears' breath gathers Count not Eric midst the slain, Till Brighteyen once hath slumbered, Wedded, at Gudruda's side-- Then, Maidens, scream your battle call; Whelmed with foes, let Eric fall!”

And Gudruda awoke, but in her ears the mighty waters still seemed to speak with Odin's voice, saying:

”Then, Maidens, scream your battle call; Whelmed with foes, let Eric fall!”

She awoke from that fey sleep, and looked upwards, and lo! before her, with shattered s.h.i.+eld and all besmeared with war's red rain, stood gold-helmed Eric. There he stood, great and beautiful to see, and she looked on him trembling and amazed.

”Is it indeed thou, Eric, or is it yet my dream?” she said.

”I am no dream, surely,” said Eric; ”but why lookest thou thus on me, Gudruda?”

She rose slowly. ”Methought,” she said, ”methought that thou wast dead at the hand of Skallagrim.” And with a great cry she fell into his arms and lay there sobbing.

It was a sweet sight thus to see Gudruda the Fair, her head of gold pillowed on Eric's war-stained byrnie, her dark eyes afloat with tears of joy; but not so thought Swanhild, watching. She shook in jealous rage, then crept away, and hid herself where she could see no more, lest she should be smitten with madness.

”Whence camest thou? ah! whence camest thou?” said Gudruda. ”I thought thee dead, my love; but now I dreamed that I prayed Odin, and he spared thee to me for a little.”

”Well, and that he hath, though hardly,” and he told her all that had happened, and how, as he rode with Skallagrim, who yet sat yonder on his horse, he caught sight of a woman seated on the gra.s.s and knew the colour of the cloak.

Then Gudruda kissed him for very joy, and they were happy each with each--for of all things that are sweet on earth, there is nothing more sweet that this: to find him we loved, and thought dead and cold, alive and at our side.

And so they talked and were very glad with the gladness of youth and love, till Eric said he must on to Middalhof before the light failed, for he could not come on horseback the way that Gudruda took, but must ride round the shoulder of the hill; and, moreover, he was spent with toil and hunger, and Skallagrim grew weary of waiting.

”Go!” said Gudruda; ”I will be there presently!”

So he kissed her and went, and Swanhild saw the kiss and saw him go.

”Well, lord,” said Skallagrim, ”hast thou had thy fill of kissing?”

”Not altogether,” answered Eric.

They rode a while in silence.

”I thought the maid seemed very fair!” said Skallagrim.

”There are women less favoured, Skallagrim.”

”Rich bait for mighty fis.h.!.+” said Skallagrim. ”This I tell thee: that, strive as thou mayest against thy fate, that maid will be thy bane and mine also.”

”Things foredoomed will happen,” said Eric; ”but if thou fearest a maid, the cure is easy: depart from my company.”

”Who was the other?” asked the Baresark--”she who crept and peered, listened, then crept back again, hid her face in her hands, and talked with a grey wolf that came to her like a dog?”

”That must have been Swanhild,” said Eric, ”but I did not see her. Ever does she hide like a rat in the thatch, and as for the wolf, he must be her Familiar; for, like Groa, her mother, Swanhild plays much with witchcraft. Now I will away back to Gudruda, for my heart mis...o...b..s me of this matter. Stay thou here till I come, Lambstail!” And Eric turns and gallops back to the head of Goldfoss.