As he sat in his banquet-hall, Three days his Yule-tide feasts And his horn filled up to the brim ; O'er his drinking-horn, the sign As he drank and muttered his prayers; But the Berserks evermore Made the sign of the Hammer of Thor The gleams of the firelight dance And laugh in the eyes of the king; "Sing me a song divine, And this shall be thy reward." "Queen-biter of Hakon the Good, Wherewith at a stroke he hewed The millstone through and through, And foot-breadth of Thorolf the Strong Were neither so broad nor so long, Nor so true." Then the skjald took the harp and sang, The sound of that shining word; And the harp-strings a clangor made, As if they were struck with the blade Of a sword. And the Berserks round about That made the rafters ring: They smote with their fists on the board, And shouted, "Long live the Sword, And the King!" But the king said, "Oh, my son, I miss the bright word in one Of thy measures and thy rhymes." And Halfred the Skjald replied, "In another it was multiplied Three times." Then King Olaf raised the hilt And Halfred the Skjald said, "This, And a shout went round the board, Then over the waste of snows The noonday sun uprose, Through the driving mists revealed Like the lifting of the Host, By incense-clouds almost On the shining wall a vast From the hilt of the lifted sword. The Berserks drank "Was-hael!" -The Saga of King Olaf, Rune XII. KING OLAF AND EARL ERIC. Drifting down on the Danish fleet Three together the ships were lashed, Of the Serpent flashed. King Olaf stood on the quarter-deck, With bow of ash and arrows of oak; In front came Svend, the King of the Danes, To the right, the Swedish king with his thanes ; Earl Eric steered To the left with his oars. Then as together the vessels crashed, Of the outward tide. Louder the war-horns growl and snarl, Sharper the dragons bite and sting; Eric the son of Hakon Jarl A death-drink salt as the sea Pledges to thee, Olaf, the King! -The Saga of King Olaf, Rune XIX. |