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So Hakon Jarl and his base thrall Karker

Crouched in the cave, than a dungeon darker,

As Olaf came riding, with men in mail,

Through the forest roads into Orkadale,
Demanding Jarl Hakon

Of Thora, the fairest of women.

"Rich and honored shall be whoever

The head of Hakon Jarl shall dissever!"

Hakon heard him, and Karker the slave,

Through the breathing-holes of the darksome

cave.

Alone in her chamber

Wept Thora, the fairest of women.

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 encum

bered,

But screamed and drew up his feet as he slum

bered;

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 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.

Her maidens were seated around her knee,

Working bright figures in tapestry.

And one was singing the ancient rune

Of Brynhilda's love and the wrath of Gudrun.

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.

King Olaf had sent her this wedding gift,
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.

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