And now the visit ending, and once more | And when his courtiers came, they found Valmond returning to the Danube's him there Kneeling upon the floor, absorbed in silent prayer. INTERLUDE. A Saga of the days of old. Of Legends in the old Norse tongue, Upon his violin he played, THE MUSICIAN'S TALE. THE SAGA OF KING OLAF. I. THE CHALLENGE OF THOR. I AM the God Thor, I am the War God, Here amid icebergs Rule I the nations; This is my hammer, Miölner the mighty; Giants and sorcerers Cannot withstand it ! These are the gauntlets The light thou beholdest Jove is my brother; Force rules the world still, Thou art a God too, And thus single-handed II. KING OLAF'S RETURN. AND King Olaf heard the cry, Laid his hand upon his sword, There he stood as one who dreamed; To avenge his father slain, Came the youthful Olaf home, Through the midnight sailing, sailing, Listening to the wild wind's wailing, To his thoughts the sacred name And the tale she oft had told Then strange memories crowded back How a stranger watched his face Scanned his features one by one, Saying, "We should know each other; I am Sigurd, Astrid's brother, Thou art Olaf, Astrid's son !" Then as Queen Allogia's page, Old in honors, young in age, Chief of all her men-at-arms; Then his cruisings o'er the seas, And to Scilly's rocky shore; All these thoughts of love and strife Trained for either camp or court, Young and beautiful and tall; When at sea, with all his rowers, He along the bending oars Outside of his ship could run. He the Smalsor Horn ascended, And his shining shield suspended On its summit, like a sun. On the ship-rails he could stand, Wield his sword with either hand, And at once two javelins throw; At all feasts where ale was strongest Sat the merry monarch longest, First to come and last to go. Norway never yet had seen One so royal in attire, When in arms completely furnished, Thus came Olaf to his own, Said Karker, the crafty, "I will not slay thee! For all the king's gold I will never betray thee! "Then why dost thou turn so pale, O churl, And then again black as the earth?" said the Earl. More pale and more faithful Was Thora, the fairest of women. From a dream in the night the thrall started, saying, "Round my neck a gold ring King Olaf was laying! And Hakon answered, "Beware of the king! He will lay round thy neck a blood-red ring." At the ring on her finger Gazed Thora, the fairest of women. At daybreak slept Hakon, with sorrows encumbered, But screamed and drew up his feet as he slumbered; The thrall in the darkness plunged with his knife, And the Earl awakened no more in this life. But wakeful and weeping Sat Thora, the fairest of women. At Nidarholm the priests are all singing, Two ghastly heads on the gibbet are swinging; One is Jarl Hakon's and one is his thrall's, And the people are shouting from windows and walls; While alone in her chamber Swoons Thora, the fairest of women. IV. QUEEN SIGRID THE HAUGHTY. QUEEN Sigrid the Haughty sat proud and aloft In her chamber, that looked over meadow and croft. Heart's dearest, Why dost thou sorrow so? The floor with tassels of fir was besprent, Filling the room with their fragrant scent. She heard the birds sing, she saw the sun | But she smiled with contempt as she shine, The air of summer was sweeter than wine. Like a sword without scabbard the bright river lay Between her own kingdom and Norroway. But Olaf the King had sued for her hand, The sword would be sheathed, the river be spanned. answered: "O King, Will you swear it, as Odin once swore, on the ring?" And the King: "O speak not of Odin to me, The wife of King Olaf a Christian must be." Looking straight at the King, with her level brows, Her maidens were seated around her She said, "I keep true to my faith and knee, Working bright figures in tapestry. And one was singing the ancient rune And through it, and round it, and over it all Sounded incessant the waterfall. The Queen in her hand held a ring of gold, From the door of Ladé's Temple old. my vows. Then the face of King Olaf was darkened with gloom, He rose in his anger and strode through the room. - "Why, then, should I care to have thee?" he said, "A faded old woman, a heathenish jade! " His zeal was stronger than fear or love, And he struck the Queen in the face with his glove. King Olaf had sent her this wedding gift, Then forth from the chamber in anger he But her thoughts as arrows were keen and swift. She had given the ring to her goldsmiths twain, Who smiled, as they handed it back again. 66 And Sigrid the Queen, in her haughty way, Said, Why do you smile, my goldsmiths, say?" And they answered: "O Queen! if the truth must be told, The ring is of copper, and not of gold!" The lightning flashed o'er her forehead and cheek, She only murmured, she did not speak : "If in his gifts he can faithless be, There will be no gold in his love to me." A footstep was heard on the outer stair, And in strode King Olaf with royal air. He kissed the Queen's hand, and he whispered of love, And swore to be true as the stars are above. fled, And the wooden stairway shook with his tread. Queen Sigrid the Haughty said under her breath, "This insult, King Olaf, shall be thy death!" Heart's dearest, Why dost thou sorrow so? V. THE SKERRY OF SHRIEKS. Now from all King Olaf's farms Gathered on the Eve of Easter; Loudly through the wide-flung door |