Eric looked, but said nothing.
"Who art thou?" whined the carline, gazing up at him with tear-blinded eyes. But Eric's face was in the shadow, and she only saw the glint of his golden hair and the flash of the golden helm. For Eric could not speak yet a while.
"Art thou one of the Swanhild's folk, come to drive me hence with the rest? Good sir, I cannot go to the fells, my limbs are too weak. Slay me, if thou wilt, but drive me not from this," and she pointed to the corpse. "Say now, will thou not help me to give it burial? It is unmeet that she who in her time had husband, and goods, and son, should lie unburied like a dead cow on the fells. I have still a hundred in silver, if I might but come at it. It is hidden, sir, and Iwill pay thee if thou wilt help me to bury her. These old hands are too feeble to dig a grave, nor could I bear her there alone if it were dug. Thou wilt not help me?--then may thine own mother's bones lie uncovered, and be picked of gulls and ravens. Oh, that Eric Brighteyes would come home again! Oh, that Eric was here! there is work to do and never a man to do it."Now Eric gave a great sob and cried, "Nurse, nurse! knowest thou me not! /I/ am Eric Brighteyes."She uttered a loud cry, and, clasping him by the knees, looked up into his face.
"Thanks be to Odin! Thou art Eric--Eric come home again! But alas, thou hast come too late!""What has happened, then?" said Eric.
"What has happened? All evil things. Thou art outlawed, Eric, at the suit of Swanhild for the slaying of Atli the Earl. Swanhild sits here in Coldback, for she hath seized thy lands. Saevuna, thy mother, died two days ago in the hall of Middalhof, whither she went to speak with Gudruda.""Gudruda! what of Gudruda?" cried Eric.
"This, Brighteyes: to-day she weds Ospakar Blacktooth."Eric covered his face with his hand. Presently he lifted it.
"Thou art rich in evil tidings, nurse, though, it would seem, poor in all besides. Tell me at what hour is the wedding-feast?""An hour after noon, Eric; but now Swanhild has ridden thither with her company.""Then room must be found at Middalhof for one more guest," said Eric, and laughed aloud. "Go on!--pour out thy evil news and spare me not!--for nothing has any more power to harm me now! Come hither, Skallagrim, and see and hearken."Skallagrim came and looked on the face of dead Saevuna.
"I am outlawed at Swanhild's suit, Lambstail. My life lies in thy hand, if so be thou wouldst take it! Hew off my head, if thou wilt, and bear it to Gudruda the Fair--she will thank thee for the gift. Lay on, Lambstail; lay on with that axe of thine.""Child's talk!" said Skallagrim.
"Child's talk, but man's work! Thou hast not heard the tale out.
Swanhild hath seized my lands and sits here at Coldback! And--what thinkest thou, Skallagrim?--but now she has ridden a-guesting to the marriage-feast of Ospakar Blacktooth with Gudruda the Fair! Swanhild at Gudruda's wedding!--the eagle in the wild swan's nest! But there will be another guest," and again he laughed aloud.
"/Two/ other guests," said Skallagrim.
"More of thy tale, old nurse!--more of thy tale!" quoth Eric. "No better didst thou ever tell me when, as a lad, I sat by thee, in the ingle o' winter nights--and the company is fitting to the tale!" and he pointed to dead Saevuna.
Then the carline told on. She told how Hall of Lithdale had come out to Iceland, and of the story that he bore to Gudruda, and of the giving of the lock of hair.
"What did I say, lord?" broke in Skallagrim--"that in Hall thou hadst let a weasel go who would live to nip thee?""Him I will surely live to shorten by a head," quoth Eric.
"Nay, lord, this one for me--Ospakar for thee, Hall for me!""As thou wilt, Baresark. Among so many there is room to pick and choose. Tell on, nurse!"Then she told how Swanhild came out to Iceland, and, having won Ospakar Blacktooth and Gizur to her side, had laid a suit against Eric at the Thing, and there bore false witness against him, so that Brighteyes was declared outlaw, being absent. She told, too, how Gudruda had betrothed herself to Ospakar, and how Swanhild had moved down to Coldback and seized the lands. Lastly she told of the rising of Saevuna from her deathbed, of her going to Middalhof, of the words she spoke to Bj?rn and Ospakar, and of her death in the hall at Middalhof.
When all was told, Eric stooped and kissed the cold brow of his mother.
"There is little time to bury thee now, my mother," he said, "and perchance before six hours are sped there will be one to bury at thy side. Nevertheless, thou shalt sit in a better place than this."Then he cut loose the cords that bound the body of Saevuna to the chair, and, lifting it in his arms, bore it to the hall. There he set the corpse in the high seat of the hall.
"We need not start yet a while, Skallagrim," said Eric, "if indeed thou wouldst go a-guesting with me to Middalhof. Therefore let us eat and drink, for there are deeds to do this day."So they found meat and mead and ate and drank. Then Eric washed himself, combed out his golden locks, and looked well to his harness and to Whitefire's edge. Skallagrim also ground his great axe upon the whetstone in the yard, singing as he ground. When all was ready, the horses were caught, and Eric spoke to the carline:
"Hearken, nurse. If it may be that thou canst find any of our folk--and perchance now that they see that Swanhild has ridden to Middalhof some one of them will come down to spy--thou shalt say this to them.
Thou shalt say that, if Eric Brighteyes yet lives, he will be at the foot of Mosfell to-morrow before midday, and if, for the sake of old days and fellowship, they are minded to befriend a friendless man, let them come thither with food, for by then food will be needed, and Iwill speak with them. And now farewell," and Eric kissed her and went, leaving her weeping.
