The dawn broke over Middalhof. Slowly the light gathered in the empty hall, it crept slowly into the little chamber where Eric slept, and Gudruda slept also with a deeper sleep.
Now the two women came from their chamber at the far end of the hall, and drew near the hearth, shivering, for the air was cold. They knelt by the fire, blowing at the embers till the sticks they cast upon them crackled to a blaze.
"It seems that Gudruda is not yet gone," said one to the other. "Ithought she should ride away with Eric before the dawn.""Newly wed lie long abed!" laughed the other.
"I am glad to see the blessed light," said the first woman, "for last night I dreamed that once again this hall ran red with blood, as at the marriage-feast of Ospakar.""Ah," answered the other, "it will be well for the south when Eric Brighteyes and Gudruda are gone over sea, for their loves have brought much bloodshed upon the land.""Well, indeed!" sighed the first. "Had Asmund the Priest never found Groa, Ran's gift, singing by the sea, Valhalla had not been so full to-day. Mindest thou the day he brought her here?""I remember it well," she answered, "though I was but a girl at the time. Still, when I saw those dark eyes of hers--just such eyes as Swanhild's!--I knew her for a witch, as all Finn women are. It is an evil world: my husband is dead by the sword; dead are both my sons, fighting for Eric; dead is Unna, Thorod's daughter; Asmund, my lord, is dead, and dead is Bj?rn; and now Gudruda the Fair, whom I have rocked to sleep, leaves us to go over sea. I may not go with her, for my daughter's sake; yet I almost wish that I too were dead.""That will come soon enough," said the other, who was young and fair.
Now the witch-sleep began to roll from Eric's heart, though his eyes were not yet open. But the talk of the women echoed in his ears, and the words "/dead!/" "/dead!/" "/dead!/" fell heavily on his slumbering sense. At length he opened his eyes, only to shut them again, because of a bright gleam of light that ran up and down something at his side.
Heavily he wondered what this might be, that shone so keen and bright --that shone like a naked sword.
Now he looked again. Yes, it was a sword which stood by him upon the bed, and the golden hilt was like the hilt of Whitefire. He lifted up his hand to touch it, thinking that he dreamed. Lo! his hand and arm were red!
Then he remembered, and the thought of Gudruda flashed through his heart. He sat up, gazing down into the shadow at his side.
Presently the women at the fire heard a sound as of a great man falling to earth.
"What is that noise?" said one.
"Eric leaping from his bed," answered the other. "He has slept too long, as we have also."As they spoke the curtain of the shut bed was pushed away, and through it staggered Eric in his night-gear, and lo! the left side of it was red. His eyes were wide with horror, his mouth was open, and his face was white as ice.
He stopped, looking at them, made as though to speak, and could not.
Then, while they shrank from him in terror, he turned, and, walking like a drunken man, staggered from the hall down that passage which led to the store-chamber. The door stood wide, the shutter was wide, and on the floor, soaked in the dregs of ale, Skallagrim yet lay snoring, his axe in one hand and a cup in the other.
Eric looked and understood.
"Awake, drunkard!" he cried, in so terrible a voice that the room shook. "Awake, and look upon thy work!"Skallagrim sat up, yawning.
"Forsooth, my head swims," he said. "Give me ale, I am thirsty.""Never wilt thou look on ale again, Skallagrim, when thou hast seen that which I have to show!" said Eric, in the same dread voice.
Then Skallagrim rose to his feet and gaped upon him.
"What means this, lord? Is it time to ride? and say! why is thy shirt red with blood?""Follow me, drunkard, and look upon thy work!" Eric said again.
Then Skallagrim grew altogether sober, and grasping his axe, followed after Brighteyes, sore afraid of what he might see.
They went down the passage, past the high seat of the hall, till they came to the curtain of the shut bed; and after them followed the women. Eric seized the curtain in his hand, rent it from its fastenings, and cast it on the ground. Now the light flowed in and struck upon the bed. It fell upon the bed, it fell upon Whitefire's hilt and ran along the blade, it gleamed on a woman's snowy breast and golden hair, and shone in her staring eyes--a woman who lay stiff and cold upon the bed, the great sword fixed within her heart!
"Look upon thy work, drunkard!" Eric cried again, while the women who peeped behind sent their long wail of woe echoing down the panelled hall.
"Hearken!" said Eric: "while thou didst lie wallowing in thy swine's sleep, foes crept across thy carcase, and this is their handiwork:--yonder she lies who was my bride!--now is Gudruda the Fair a death-wife who last night was my bride! This is thy work, drunkard! and now what meed for thee?"Skallagrim looked. Then he spoke in a hoarse slow voice:
"What meed, lord? But one--death!"
Then with one hand he covered his eyes and with the other held out his axe to Eric Brighteyes.
Eric took the axe, and while the women ran thence screaming, he whirled it thrice about his head. Then he smote down towards the skull of Skallagrim, but as he smote it seemed to him that a voice whispered in his ear: "/Thy oath!/"--and he remembered that he had sworn to slay no more, save for his own life's sake.
The mighty blow was falling and he might only do this--loose the axe before it clove Skallagrim in twain. He loosed and away the great axe flew. It passed over the head of Skallagrim, and sped like light across the wide hall, till it crashed through the panelling on the further side, and buried itself to the haft in the wall beyond.
"It is not for me to kill thee, drunkard! Go, die in thy drink!""Then I will kill myself!" cried the Baresark, and, rushing across the hall he tore the great axe from its bed.
