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_ Within two days afterwards, the Gudruda being bound for sea, Eric went
up to bid farewell to the King. But Edmund was so angry with him
because of his going that he would not see him. Thereon Eric took
horse and rode down sadly from the Palace to the river-bank where the
Gudruda lay. But when he was about to give the word to get out the
oars, the King himself rode up, and with him men bearing costly gifts.
Eric went ashore to speak with him.
"I am angry with thee, Brighteyes," said Edmund, "yet it is not in my
heart to let thee go without words and gifts of farewell. This only I
ask of thee now, that, if things go not well with thee there, out in
Iceland, thou wilt come back to me."
"I will--that I promise thee, King," said Eric, "for I shall never
find a better lord."
"Nor I a braver servant," said the King. Then he gave him the gifts
and kissed him before all men. To Skallagrim also he gave a good
byrnie of Welsh steel coloured black.
Then Eric went aboard again and dropped down the river with the tide.
For five days all went well with them, the sea being calm and the
winds light and favourable. But on the fifth night, as they sailed
slowly along the coasts of East Anglia over against Yarmouth sands,
the moon rose red and ringed and the sea fell dead calm.
"Yonder hangs a storm-lamp, lord," said Skallagrim, pointing to the
angry moon. "We shall soon be bailing, for the autumn gales draw
near."
"Wait till they come, then speak," said Eric. "Thou croakest ever like
a raven."
"And ravens croak before foul weather," answered Skallagrim, and just
as he spoke a sudden gust of wind came up from the south-east and laid
the Gudruda over. After this it came on to blow, and so fiercely that
for whole days and nights their clothes were scarcely dry. They ran
northwards before the storm and still northward, sighting no land and
seeing no stars. And ever as they scudded on the gale grew fiercer,
till at length the men were worn out with bailing and starved with wet
and cold. Three of their number also were washed away by the seas, and
all were in sorry plight.
It was the fourth night of the gale. Eric stood at the helm, and by
him Skallagrim. They were alone, for their comrades were spent and lay
beneath decks, waiting for death. The ship was half full of water, but
they had no more strength to bail. Eric seemed grim and gaunt in the
white light of the moon, and his long hair streamed about him wildly.
Grimmer yet was Skallagrim as he clung to the shield-rail and stared
across the deep.
"She rolls heavily, lord," he shouted, "and the water gains fast."
"Can the men bail no more?" asked Eric.
"Nay, they are outworn and wait for death."
"They need not wait long," said Eric. "What do they say of me?"
"Nothing."
Then Eric groaned aloud. "It was my stubbornness that brought us to
this pass," he said; "I care little for myself, but it is ill that all
should die for one man's folly."
"Grieve not, lord," answered Skallagrim, "that is the world's way, and
there are worse things than to drown. Listen! methinks I hear the roar
of breakers yonder," and he pointed to the left.
"Breakers they surely are," said Eric. "Now the end is near. But see,
is not that land looming up on the right, or is it cloud?"
"It is land," said Skallagrim, "and I am sure of this, that we run
into a firth. Look, the seas boil like a hot spring. Hold on thy
course, lord, perchance we may yet steer between rocks and land.
Already the wind falls and the current lessens the seas."
"Ay," said Eric, "already the fog and rain come up," and he pointed
ahead where dense clouds gathered in the shape of a giant, whose head
reached to the skies and moved towards them, hiding the moon.
Skallagrim looked, then spoke: "Now here, it seems, is witchwork. Say,
lord, hast thou ever seen mist travel against wind as it travels now?"
"Never before," said Eric, and as he spoke the light of the moon went
out.
Swanhild, Atli's wife, sat in beauty in her bower on Straumey Isle and
looked with wide eyes towards the sea. It was midnight. None stirred
in Atli's hall, but still Swanhild looked out towards the sea.
Now she turned and spoke into the darkness, for there was no light in
the bower save the light of her great eyes.
"Art thou there?" she said. "I have summoned thee thrice in the words
thou knowest. Say, Toad, art there?"
"Ay, Swanhild the Fatherless! Swanhild, Groa's daughter! Witch-
mother's witch-child! I am here. What is thy will with me?" piped a
thin voice like the voice of a dying babe.
Swanhild shuddered a little and her eyes grew brighter--as bright as
the eyes of a cat.
"This first," she said: "that thou show thyself. Hideous as thou art,
I had rather see thee, than speak with thee seeing thee not."
"Mock not my form, lady," answered the thin voice, "for it is as thou
dost fashion it in thy thought. To the good I am fair as day; to the
evil, foul as their heart. /Toad/ thou didst call me: look, now I come
as a toad!"
Swanhild looked, and behold! a ring of the darkness grew white with
light, and in it crouched a thing hideous to see. It was shaped as a
great spotted toad, and on it was set a hag's face, with white locks
hanging down on either side. Its eyes were blood-red and sunken, black
were its fangs, and its skin was dead yellow. It grinned horribly as
Swanhild shrank from it, then spoke again:
"/Grey Wolf/ thou didst call me once, Swanhild, when thou wouldst have
thrust Gudruda down Goldfoss gulf, and as a grey wolf I came, and gave
thee counsel that thou tookest but ill. /Rat/ didst thou call me once,
when thou wouldst save Brighteyes from the carles of Ospakar, and as a
rat I came and in thy shape I walked the seas. /Toad/ thou callest me
now, and as a toad I creep about thy feet. Name thy will, Swanhild,
and I will name my price. But be swift, for there are other fair
ladies whose wish I must do ere dawn."
"Thou art hideous to look on!" said Swanhild, placing her hand before
her eyes.
"Say not so, lady; say not so. Look at this face of mine. Knowest thou
it not? It is thy mother's--dead Groa lent it me. I took it from where
she lies; and my toad's skin I drew from thy spotted heart, Swanhild,
and more hideous than I am shalt thou be in a day to come, as once I
was more fair than thou art to-day."
Swanhild opened her lips to shriek, but no sound came.
"Troll," she whispered, "mock me not with lies, but hearken to my
bidding: where sails Eric now?"
"Look out into the night, lady, and thou shalt see."
Swanhild looked, and the ways of the darkness opened before her witch-
sight. There at the mouth of Pentland Firth the Gudruda laboured
heavily in the great seas, and by the tiller stood Eric, and with him
Skallagrim.
"Seest thou thy love?" asked the Familiar.
"Yea," she answered, "full clearly; he is worn with wind and sea, but
more glorious than aforetime, and his hair is long. Say, what shall
befall him if thou aidest not?"
"This, that he shall safely pass the Firth, for the gale falls, and
come safely to Fareys, and from Fareys isles to Gudruda's arms."
"And what canst thou do, Goblin?"
"This: I can lure Eric's ship to wreck, and give his comrades, all
save Skallagrim, to Ran's net, and bring him to thy arms, Swanhild,
witch-mother's witch-child!"
She hearkened. Her breast heaved and her eyes flashed.
"And thy price, Toad?"
"/Thou/ art the price, lady," piped the goblin. "Thou shalt give
thyself to me when thy day is done, and merrily will we sisters dwell
in Hela's halls, and merrily for ever will we fare about the earth o'
nights, doing such tasks as this task of thine, Swanhild, and working
wicked woe till the last woe is worked on us. Art thou content?"
Swanhild thought. Twice her breath went from her lips in great sighs.
Then she stood, pale and silent.
"Safely shall he sail the Firth," piped the thin voice. "Safely shall
he sit in Fareys. Safely shall he lie in white Gudruda's arms--/hee!
hee!/ Think of it, lady!"
Then Swanhild shook like a birth-tree in the gale, and her face grew
ashen.
"I am content," she said.
"/Hee! hee!/ Brave lady! She is content! Ah, we sisters shall be
merry. Hearken: if I aid thee thus I may do no more. Thrice has the
night-owl come at thy call--now it must wing away. Yet things will be
as I have said; thine own wisdom shall guide the rest. Ere morn
Brighteyes shall stand in Atli's hall, ere spring he will be thy love,
and ere autumn Gudruda shall sit on the high seat in the hall of
Middalhof the bride of Ospakar. Draw nigh, give me thine arm, sister,
that blood may seal our bargain."
Swanhild drew near the toad, and, shuddering, stretched out her arm,
and then and there the red blood ran, and there they sealed their
sisterhood. And as the nameless deed was wrought, it seemed to
Swanhild as though fire shot through her veins, and fire surged before
her eyes, and in the fire a shape passed up weeping.
"It is done, Blood-sister," piped the voice; "now I must away in thy
form to be about thy tasks. Seat thee here before me--so. Now lay thy
brow upon my brow--fear not, it was thy mother's--life on death!
curling locks on corpse hair! See, so we change--we change. Now thou
art the Death-toad and I am Swanhild, Atli's wife, who shall be Eric's
love."
Then Swanhild knew that her beauty had entered into the foulness of
the toad, and the foulness of the toad into her beauty, for there
before her stood her own shape and here she crouched a toad upon the
floor.
"Away to work, away!" said a soft low voice, her own voice speaking
from her own body that stood before her, and lo! it was gone.
But Swanhild crouched, in the shape of a hag-headed toad, upon the
ground in her bower of Atli's hall, and felt wickedness and evil
longings and hate boil and seethe within her heart. She looked out
through her sunken horny eyes and she seemed to see strange sights.
She saw Atli, her lord, dead upon the grass. She saw a woman asleep,
and above her flashed a sword. She saw the hall of Middalhof red with
blood. She saw a great gulf in a mountain's heart, and men fell down
it. And, last, she saw a war-ship sailing fast out on the sea, afire,
and vanish there.
Now the witch-hag who wore Swanhild's loveliness stood upon the cliffs
of Straumey and tossed her white arms towards the north.
"Come, fog! come, sleet!" she cried. "Come, fog! come, sleet! Put out
the moon and blind the eyes of Eric!" And as she called, the fog rose
up like a giant and stretched his arms from shore to shore.
"Move, fog! beat, rain!" she cried. "Move and beat against the gale,
and blind the eyes of Eric!"
And the fog moved on against the wind, and with it sleet and rain.
"Now I am afeared," said Eric to Skallagrim, as they stood in darkness
upon the ship: "the gale blows from behind us, and yet the mist drives
fast in our faces. What comes now?"
"This is witch-work, lord," answered Skallagrim, "and in such things
no counsel can avail. Hold the tiller straight and drive on, say I.
Methinks the gale lessens more and more."
So they did for a little while, and all around them sounded the roar
of breakers. Darker grew the sky and darker yet, till at the last,
though they stood side by side, they could not see each other's
shapes.
"This is strange sailing," said Eric. "I hear the roar of breakers as
it were beneath the prow."
"Lash the helm, lord, and let us go forward. If there are breakers,
perhaps we shall see their foam through the blackness," said
Skallagrim.
Eric did so, and they crept forward on the starboard board right to
the prow of the ship, and there Skallagrim peered into the fog and
sleet.
"Lord," he whispered presently, and his voice shook strangely, "what
is that yonder on the waters? Seest thou aught?"
Eric stared and said, "By Odin! I see a shape of light like to the
shape of a woman; it walks upon the waters towards us and the mist
melts before it, and the sea grows calm beneath its feet."
"I see that also!" said Skallagrim.
"She comes nigh!" gasped Eric. "See how swift she comes! By the dead,
it is Swanhild's shape! Look, Skallagrim! look how her eyes flame!--
look how her hair streams upon the wind!"
"It is Swanhild, and we are fey!" quoth Skallagrim, and they ran back
to the helm, where Skallagrim sank upon the deck in fear.
"See, Skallagrim, she glides before the Gudruda's beak! she glides
backwards and she points yonder--there to the right! Shall I put the
helm down and follow her?"
"Nay, lord, nay; set no faith in witchcraft or evil will befall us."
As he spoke a great gust of wind shook the ship, the music of the
breakers roared in their ears, and the gleaming shape upon the waters
tossed its arms wildly and pointed to the right.
"The breakers call ahead," said Eric. "The shape points yonder, where
I hear no sound of sea. Once before, thou mindest, Swanhild walked the
waves to warn us and thereby saved us from the men of Ospakar. Ever
she swore she loved me; now she is surely come in love to save us and
all our comrades. Say, shall I put about? Look: once more she waves
her arms and points," and as he spoke he gripped the helm.
"I have no rede, lord," said Skallagrim, "and I love not witch-work.
We can die but once, and death is all around; be it as thou wilt."
Eric put down the helm with all his might. The good ship answered, and
her timbers groaned loudly, as though in woe, when the strain of the
sea struck her abeam. Then once more she flew fast across the waters,
and fast before her glided the wraith of Swanhild. Now it pointed here
and now there, and as it pointed so Eric shaped his course. For a
while the noise of breakers lessened, but now again came a thunder,
like the thunder of waves smiting on a cliff, and about the sides of
the Gudruda the waves hissed like snakes.
Suddenly the Shape threw up its arms and seemed to sink beneath the
waves, while a sound like the sound of a great laugh went up from sea
to sky.
"Now here is the end," said Skallagrim, "and we are lured to doom."
Ere ever the words had passed his lips the ship struck, and so
fiercely that they were rolled upon the deck. Suddenly the sky grew
clear, the moon shone out, and before them were cliffs and rocks, and
behind them a great wave rushed on. From the hold of the ship there
came a cry, for now their comrades were awake and they knew that death
was here.
Eric gripped Skallagrim round the middle and looked aft. On rushed the
wave, no such wave had he ever seen. Now it struck and the Gudruda
burst asunder beneath the blow.
But Eric Brighteyes and Skallagrim Lambstail were lifted on its crest
and knew no more.
Swanhild, crouching in hideous guise upon the ground in the bower of
Atli's hall, looked upon the visions that passed before her. Suddenly
a woman's shape, her own shape, was there.
"It is done, Blood-sister," said a voice, her own voice. "Merrily I
walked the waves, and oh, merry was the cry of Eric's folk when Ran
caught them in her net! Be thyself, again, Blood-sister--be fair as
thou art foul; then arise, wake Atli thy lord, and go down to the
sea's lip by the southern cliffs and see what thou shalt find. We
shall meet no more till all this game is played and another game is
set," and the shape of Swanhild crouched upon the floor before the
hag-headed toad muttering "Pass! pass!"
Then Swanhild felt her flesh come back to her, and as it grew upon her
so the shape of the Death-headed toad faded away.
"Farewell, Blood-sister!" piped a voice; "make merry as thou mayest,
but merrier shall be our nights when thou hast gone a-sailing with
Eric on the sea. Farewell! farewell! /Were-wolf/ thou didst call me
once, and as a wolf I came. /Rat/ thou didst call me once, and as a
rat I came. /Toad/ didst thou call me once, and as a toad I came. Say,
at the last, what wilt thou call me and in what shape shall I come,
Blood-sister? Till then farewell!"
And all was gone and all was still. _
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