And on the threshold shivering stood The King exclaimed, "O graybeard Come warm thee with this cup of ale." The noisy guests looked on and laughed. Then spake the King: "Be not afraid; Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. And ever, when the tale was o'er, Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. The King retired; the stranger guest Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. As one who from a volume reads, Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. Then from his lips in music rolled Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. "Do we not learn from runes and Made by the gods in elder times, Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. Smiling at this, the King replied, Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. The Bishop said, "Late hours we keep ! Night wanes, O King! 't is time for sleep !" Then slept the King, and when he woke Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang They found the doors securely barred, Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang King Olaf crossed himself and said : VII. IRON-BEARD. OLAF the King, one summer morn, Sending his signal through the land of Blew a blast on his bugle-horn, Drontheim. And to the Hus-Ting held at Mere Ploughing under the morning star, He wiped the sweat-drops from his Unharnessed his horses from the And clattering came on horseback to SHORT of stature, large of limb, Burly face and russet beard, All the women stared at him, When in Iceland he appeared. "Look!" they said, With nodding head, “There goes Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest." Something worse they did than that ; All the prayers he knew by rote, A man of mark, Was this Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest. He was quarrelsome and loud, Would drink and swear, Swaggering Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest, And what vexed him most of all Drawn in charcoal on the wall; "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. Muttered Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest. Much in fear of axe and rope, Back to Norway sailed he then. And Sigurd the Bishop said, Said Sigurd the Bishop. "Far north in the Salten Fiord, "A'warlock, a wizard is he, And lord of the wind and the sea; Here the sign of the cross Made devoutly King Olaf. "With rites that we both abhor, He worships Odin and Thor; So it cannot yet be said, That all the old gods are dead, And the warlocks are no more,' Flushing with anger Said Sigurd the Bishop. XI. BISHOP SIGURD AT 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. All without the Fiord was quiet, Raud the Strong was wont to ride. And the sea through all its tide-ways "'T is the warlock! 't is the demon 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; |