Part 41 (2/2)

Again men murmured, and a strange light shone in Gudruda's eyes.

”Now, Gudruda, thou hast heard all my story,” said Eric. ”Say, dost thou believe me?”

”I believe thee, Eric.”

”Say then, wilt thou still wed yon Ospakar?”

Gudruda looked on Blacktooth, then she looked at golden Eric and opened her lips to speak. But before a word could pa.s.s them Ospakar rose in wrath, laying his hand upon his sword.

”Thinkest thou thus to lure away my dove, outlaw? First I will see thee food for crows.”

”Well spoken, Blacktooth,” laughed Eric. ”I waited for such words from thee. Thrice have we striven together--once out yonder in the snow, once on Horse-Head Heights, and once by Westman Isles--and still we live to tell the tale. Come down, Ospakar: come down from that soft seat of thine and here and now let us put it to the proof who is the better man.

When we met before, the stake was Whitefire set against my eye. Now the stake is our lives and fair Gudruda's hand. Talk no more, Ospakar, but fall to it.”

”Gudruda shall never wed thee, while I live!” said Bjorn; ”thou art a landless loon, a brawler, and an outlaw. Get thee gone, Eric, with thy wolf-hound!”

”Squeak not so loud, rat--squeak not so loud, lest hound's fang worry thee!” said Skallagrim.

”Whether I wed Gudruda or whether I wed her not is a matter that shall be known in its season,” said Eric. ”For thy words, I say this: that it is risky to hurl names at such as I am, Bjorn, lest perchance I answer them with spear-thrusts. Thy answer, Ospakar! What need to wait? Thy answer!”

Now Ospakar looked at Brighteyes and grew afraid. He was a mighty man, but he knew the weight of Eric's arm.

”I will not fight with thee, carle,” he said, ”who hast naught to lose.”

”Then thou art coward and niddering!” said Eric. ”Ospakar _Niddering_ I name thee here before all men! What! thou couldst plot against me--thou couldst waylay me, ten to one and two s.h.i.+ps to one, but face to face with me alone thou dost not dare to stand? Comrades, look on your lord!--look at Ospakar the _Niddering!_”

Now the swarthy brow of Blacktooth grew red with rage, and his breath came in great gasps. ”Ho, men!” he cried, ”drive this knave away. Strip his harness off him and whip him hence with rods.”

”Let but a man stir towards me and this spear flies through thy heart, Niddering,” cried Eric. ”Gudruda, what thinkest thou of thy lord?”

”I know this,” said Gudruda, ”that I will not wed a man who is named 'Niddering' in the face of all and lifts no sword.”

Gudruda spoke thus, because she was mad with love and fear and shame, and she desired that Eric should stand face to face with Ospakar Blacktooth, for thus, alone, she might perhaps be rid of Ospakar.

”Such words do not come well from gentle lips,” said Bjorn.

”Is it to be borne, brother,” answered Gudruda, ”that the man who would call me wife should be named Ospakar the Niddering? When that shame is washed away, and then only, can I think on marriage. I will never be Niddering's bride!”

”Thou hearest, Ospakar Niddering?” said Eric. Then he gave the spear in his hand to Skallagrim, and, gripping Whitefire's hilt, he burst the peace-strings, and tore it from the scabbard.

Now the great sword shone on high like lightning leaping from a cloud, and as it shone men shouted, ”_Ospakar! Ospakar Niddering!_ Come, win back Whitefire from Eric's hand, or be for ever shamed!”

Blacktooth could endure this no more. He s.n.a.t.c.hed sword and s.h.i.+eld, and, like a bear from a cave, like a wolf from his lair, rushed roaring from his seat. On he came, and the ground shook beneath his bulk.

”At last, Niddering!” cried Eric, and sprang to meet him.

”Back! all men, back!” shouted Skallagrim, ”now we shall see blows.”

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