Then spake the King: "Be not afraid; Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogel sang. And ever, when the tale was o'er, sang. The King retired; the stranger guest Followed and entered with the rest; The lights were out, the pages gone, But still the garrulous guest spake on. Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogel sang. As one who from a volume reads, Then from his lips in music rolled Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogel- "Do we not learn from runes and Made by the gods in elder times, Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogel- Smiling at this, the King replied, Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogel- The Bishop said, "Late hours we keep! Night wanes, O King! 'tis time for sleep!" "Such sacrifices shalt thou bring, As other kings have done in their King Olaf answered: "I command Here is my Bishop who the folk bap- "But if you ask me to restore "Not slaves and peasants shall they be, But men of note and high degree, Such men as Orm of Lyra and Kar of Gryting!" Then to their Temple strode he in, There in the Temple, carved in wood So all the Drontheim land became A Christian land in name and fame, In the old gods no more believing and trusting. And as a blood-atonement, soon King Olaf wed the fair Gudrun; And thus in peace ended the Drontheim Hus-Ting! VIII.-GUDRUN. ON King Olaf's bridal night Shines the moon with tender light, And across the chamber streams Its tide of dreams. At the fatal midnight hour, When all evil things have power, In the glimmer of the moon Stands Gudrun. Close against her heaving breast, Something in her hand is pressed; Like an icicle, its sheen Is cold and keen. On the cairn are fixed her eyes Where her murdered father lies, And a voice remote and drear She seems to hear. What a bridal night is this! Cold will be the dagger's kiss; Laden with the chill of death Is its breath. Like the drifting snow she sweeps "What is that," King Olaf said, In pale moonlight?" """Tis the bodkin that I wear When at night I bind my hair; It woke me falling on the floor; 'Tis nothing more." Is waste of time!" Grumbled Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest. "Forests have ears and fields have eyes; To the alehouse, where he sat, Often treachery lurking lies Ere the earliest peep of morn Bridegroom and bride! IX. THANGBRAND THE PRIEST. SHORT of stature, large of limb, All the prayers he knew by rote, A man of mark, Was this Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest, With words that go "This is Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest.” Hardly knowing what he did, Then he smote them might and main, Thorvald Veile and Veterlid Lay there in the alehouse slain. To-morrow mould !" Muttered Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest. Back to Norway sailed he then. With bending head, X.-RAUD THE STRONG. "ALL the old gods are dead, All the wild warlocks fled; But the White Christ lives and reigns, On the Evangelists Thus swore King Olaf. But still in dreams of the night Thus to King Olaf Said Sigurd the Bishop. "Far north in the Salten Fiord, By rapine, fire, and sword, Lives the Viking, Raud the Strong; All the Godoe Isles belong To him and his heathen horde." Thus went on speaking Sigurd the Bishop. XI. BISHOP SIGURDAT SALTEN FIORD. LOUD the angry wind was wailing To the mouth of Salten Fiord. Of the champions there on board. Raud the Strong was wont to ride. By the witchcraft of his foes." And the sacred incense rose. On the bow stood Bishop Sigurd, High amid the rain and mist. Then with holy water sprinkled As into the Fiord they darted, Steadily rowed King Olaf's ships; Steadily burned all night the tapers, vapours Gleamed across the Fiord of Salten, As through John's Apocalypse,Till at last they reached Raud's dwelling On the little isle of Gelling; Not a glimmer of light was seen. But at anchor, carved and gilded, With its crests and scales of green. Up the stairway, softly creeping, Bolt and bar that held the door. Drunken with sleep and ale they found him, Dragged him from his bed and bound him, While he stared with stupid wonder, At the look and garb they wore. Then King Olaf said: “O Sea King! Little time have we for speaking, Choose between the good and evil : Be baptized, or thou shalt die!" But in scorn the heathen scoffer Answered: "I disdain thine offer; Neither fear I God nor Devil; Thee and thy Gospel I defy !" Then between his jaws distended Touched by fire, they forced to glide. Raud the Strong blaspheming died. Up the streams of Salten Fiord. Preached the Gospel with his sword. Then he took the carved and gilded Dragon-ship that Raud had builded, And the tiller single-handed, Grasping, steered into the main. Southward sailed the sea-gulls o'er him, Southward sailed the ship that bore him, Till at Drontheim haven landed Olaf and his crew again. XII.-KING OLAF'S CHRISTMAS. AT Drontheim, Olaf the King 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 But the Berserks evermore |