X RAUD THE STRONG "All the old gods are dead, But the White Christ lives and reigns, Thus swore King Olaf. But still in dreams of the night And Sigurd the Bishop said, Said Sigurd the Bishop. "Far north in the Salten Fiord, By rapine, fire, and sword, Lives the Viking, Raud the Strong; To him and his heathen horde." "A warlock, a wizard is he, And the lord of the wind and the sea; Here the sign of the cross "With rites that we both abhor, Then King Olaf cried aloud : "I will talk with this mighty Raud, And along the Salten Fiord ΧΙ BISHOP SIGURD OF SALTEN FIORD Loud the angry wind was wailing As King Olaf's ships came sailing Northward out of Drontheim haven To the mouth of Salten Fiord. Though the flying sea-spray drenches Of the champions there on board. Raud the Strong was wont to ride. And the sea through all its tide-ways Swept the reeling vessels sideways, As the leaves are swept through sluices, When the flood-gates open wide. ""T is the warlock! 't is the demon Raud!" cried Sigurd to the seamen ; "But the Lord is not affrighted By the witchcraft of his foes." To the ship's bow he ascended, On the bow stood Bishop Sigurd, High amid the rain and mist. As into the Fiord they darted, Steadily rowed King Olaf's ships; "Quern-biter of Hakon the Good, Wherewith at a stroke he hewed The millstone through and through, And Foot-breadth of Thoralf the Strong, Were neither so broad nor so long, Nor so true." Then the Scald took his harp and sang, And loud through the music rang 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, But the King said, "O my son, Of thy measures and thy rhymes." Then King Olaf raised the hilt And said, "Do not refuse; Count well the gain and the loss, Thor's hammer or Christ's cross: Choose !" And Halfred the Scald said, "This In the name of the Lord I kiss, Who on it was crucified! And a shout went round the board, "In the name of Christ the Lord, Who died!" Then over the waste of snows Through the driving mists revealed, Like the lifting of the Host, On the shining wall a vast From the hilt of the lifted sword, XIII THE BUILDING OF THE LONG SERPENT Thorberg Skafting, master-builder, In his ship-yard by the sea, Whistling, said, "It would bewilder Any man but Thorberg Skafting, Any man but me!" Near him lay the Dragon stranded, Therefore whistled Thorberg Skafting, Twice the Dragon's size. Round him busily hewed and hammered Mallet huge and heavy axe; Workmen laughed and sang and clam ored; Whirred the wheels, that into rigging All this tumult heard the master, - For a hundred year!" Workmen sweating at the forges Did the warlocks mingle in it, Thorberg Skafting, any curse? Could you not be gone a minute But some mischief must be doing, Turning bad to worse? 'T was an ill wind that came wafting From his homestead words of woe; To his farm went Thorberg Skafting, Oft repeating to his workmen, Build ye thus and so. A little bird in the air Is singing of Thyri the fair, The sister of Svend the Dane; To King Burislaf, it is said, And a sorrowful bride went she; They say, that through heat and through cold, Through weald, they say, and through wold, By day and by night, they say, She has fled; and the gossips report She has come to King Ŏlaf's court, And the town is all in dismay. XVI QUEEN THYRI AND THE ANGELICA STALKS Northward over Drontheim, Flew the clamorous sea-gulls, Sang the lark and linnet From the meadows green; Weeping in her chamber, In at all the windows Softly cooed the dove; But the sound she heard not, Nor the sunshine heeded, For the thoughts of Thyri Were not thoughts of love. Then King Olaf entered, Beautiful as morning, Like the sun at Easter Shone his happy face; In his hand he carried Angelicas uprooted, With delicious fragrance Filling all the place. |