Viking Tales Part 9

The wind in our sail, The sea in our face, And the smell of the fight.

After s.h.i.+p meets s.h.i.+p, In the quarrel of swords King Harald shall lie In the caves under sea And Nors.e.m.e.n shall laugh."

In the prow stood men leaning forward and sniffing the salt air with joy. Some were talking of King Harald.

"Yesterday he had a hard fight," they said. "To-day he will be lying still, dressing his wounds and mending his s.h.i.+ps. We shall take him by surprise."

They sailed near the coast. Solfi in his "Sea-hawk" was ahead leading the way. Suddenly men saw his sail veer and his oars flash out. He had quickly turned his boat and was rowing back. He came close to King Arnvid and called:

"He is there, ahead. His boats are ready in line of battle. The fox has not been asleep."

King Arnvid blew his horn. Slowly his boats came into line with his "Sea-stag" in the middle. Again he blew his horn. Cables were thrown across from one prow to the next, and all the s.h.i.+ps were tied together so that their sides touched. Then the men set their sails again and they went past a tongue of land into a broad fiord. There lay the long line of King Harald's s.h.i.+ps with their fierce heads grinning and mocking at the newcomers. Back of those prows was what looked like a long wall with spots of green and red and blue and yellow and s.h.i.+ning gold. It was the locked s.h.i.+elds of the men in the bows, and over every s.h.i.+eld looked fierce blue eyes. Higher up and farther back was another wall of s.h.i.+elds; for on the half deck in the stern of every s.h.i.+p stood the captain with his s.h.i.+eld-guard of a dozen men.

Arnvid's people had furled their sails and were taking down the masts, but the s.h.i.+ps were still drifting on with the wind. The horn blew, and quickly every man sprang to his place in bow and stern. All were leaning forward with clenched teeth and widespread nostrils. They were clutching their naked swords in their hands. Their flas.h.i.+ng eyes looked over their s.h.i.+elds.

Soon King Arnvid's s.h.i.+ps crashed into Harald's line, and immediately the men in the bows began to swing their swords at one another. The soldiers of the s.h.i.+eld-guard on the high decks began to throw darts and stones and to shoot arrows into the s.h.i.+ps opposite them.

So in every s.h.i.+p showers of stones and arrows were falling, and many men died under them or got broken arms or legs. Spears were hurled from deck to deck and many of them bit deep into men's bodies. In every bow men slashed with their swords at the foes in the opposite s.h.i.+p. Some jumped upon the gunwale to get nearer or hung from the prow-head. Some even leaped into the enemy's boat.

King Harald's s.h.i.+p lay prow to prow with King Arnvid's. The battle had been going on for an hour. King Harald was still in the stern on the deck. There was a dent in his helmet where a great stone had struck.

There was a gash in his shoulder where a spear had cut. But he was still fighting and laughed as he worked.

"Wolf meets wolf to-day," he said. "But things are going badly in the prow," he cried. "Ivar fallen, Thorstein wounded, a dozen men lying in the bottom of the boat!"

He leaped down from the deck and ran along the gunwale, shouting as he went:

"Harald and victory!"

So he came to the bow and stood swinging his sword as fast as he breathed. Every time it hit a man of Arnvid's men. Harald's own warriors cheered, seeing him.

"Harald and victory!" they shouted, and went to work again with good heart.

Slowly King Arnvid's men fell back before Harald's biting sword. Then Harald's men threw a great hook into that boat and pulled it alongside and still pushed King Arnvid's people back.

"Come on! Follow me!" cried Harald.

Then he leaped into King Arnvid's boat, and his warriors followed him.

"He comes like a mad wolf," King Arnvid's men said, and they turned and ran back below the deck.

Then Arnvid himself leaped down and stood with his sword raised.

"Can this young Shockhead make cowards of you all?" he cried.

But Harald's sword struck him, and he fell dead. Then a big, b.l.o.o.d.y viking of King Arnvid leaped upon the edge of the s.h.i.+p and stood there.

He held his drinking-horn and his sword high in his hands.

"Ran[9] and not you, Shockhead, shall have them and me!" he cried, and leaped laughing into the water and was drowned.

Many other warriors chose the same death on that terrible day.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "_Then he leaped into King Arnvid's boat_"]

All along the line of boats men fought for hours. In some places the cables had been cut, and the boats had drifted apart. s.h.i.+ps lay scattered about two by two, fighting. May boats sank, many men died, some fled away in their s.h.i.+ps, and at the end King Harald had won the battle. So he had King Arnvid's country and King Audbiorn's country.

Many men took the oath and became his friends. All people were talking of his wonderful battles.

[Decoration]

FOOTNOTES:

[9] See note about Ran on page 198.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

King Harald's Wedding

It had taken King Harald ten years to fight so many battles. And all that time he had not cut his hair or combed it. Now he was feasting one day at an earl's house. Many people were there.

"How is it, friends?" Harald said. "Have I kept my vow?"

His friends answered:

"You have kept your vow. There is no king but you in all Norway."

"Then I think I will cut my hair," the king laughed.

So he went and bathed and put on fresh clothes. Then the earl cut his hair and beard and combed them and put a gold band about his head. Then he looked at him and said:

"It is beautiful, smooth, and yellow."

And all people wondered at the beauty of the king's hair.

"I will give you a new name," the earl said. "You shall no longer be called Shockhead. You shall be called Harald Hairfair."

"It is a good name," everybody cried.

Then Harald said:

"But I have another thing to do now. Guthorm, you shall take the same message to Gyda that you gave ten years ago."

So Guthorm went and brought back this answer from Gyda:

"I will marry the king of all Norway."

So when the wedding time came, Harald rode across the country to the home of Gyda's father, Eric. Many men followed him. They were all richly dressed in velvet and gold.