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"Fear not," she said, "the fire is out. Now to the work." "What must we do, then?" "Thou must do this. Thou must enter and slay Eric." "That I can not that I will not!" said Gizur. She turned and looked at him, and lo! her eyes began to flame again upon his eyes they seemed to burn. "Thou wilt do as I bid thee," she said.
Eric realized that this woman could and would have done whatsoever she willed, unflinchingly and unrelentingly. She could stamp her desire on everything and everybody about her, moulding them to her wish and will, in their own despite and in defiance of all the resistance they might make. Many things in Kilmeny's upbringing and temperament became clear to him.
Not till more than a year after Catharine Bora had escaped from the convent did she become the wife of Martin Luther. The Count von Lindburg had been anxiously waiting news from Eric, but none had arrived.
"Of women, as of men," answered Eric, "there is this to be said, that some are good and some evil." "Yes, lord, and this also, that the evil ones plot the ill of their evil, but the good do it of their blind foolishness. Forswear women and so shalt thou live happy and die in honour cherish them and live in wretchedness and die an outcast." "Thy talk is foolish," said Eric.
'No, she returned sadly, 'I made the grievous mistake of keeping Leah's eavesdropping to myself. I thought Eric had enough to trouble him, without adding to his discomfort. I would give much now to have done otherwise. 'I stayed up late with him, and did not leave him until he had promised to go to bed.
"Whom seekest thou, maid Gudruda?" he asked, and the voice he spoke with was the voice of waters. "I seek Eric Brighteyes," she answered, "who passed hither a thousand years ago, and for love of whom I am heart-broken." "Eric Brighteyes, Thorgrimur's son?" quoth Odin. Then, in her dream, she wept sore, and prayed of Odin by the name of Freya that he would give Eric to her for a little space.
Space yawns beneath her, the waters roar in her ears, the red sky glows above. She sees Swanhild come and shrieks aloud. Eric is there, though Swanhild hears him not, for the sound of his horse's galloping feet is lost in the roar of waters. But that cry comes to his ears, he sees the poised rock, and all grows clear to him.
She was at least the next best thing to her daughter, and Rose foresaw the day when she would be valued principally as a memento of one of the prettiest episodes in the annals of London. At a big official party, in June, Rose had the joy of introducing Eric to his mother.
He had been bitterly angry both with poor little Lady Betty and also with Gladys. He declared the secrecy had hurt him more than anything; but Eric acted as peacemaker, and he was soon induced to condone his sisters' trangression. He came down to talk over the matter with me, and to tell me of the arrangements he had made for them.
If there's no further news . . . Wait till my birthday!" Next morning, Barbara departed to Crawleigh Abbey, and for a month they did not meet. As spring budded and blossomed into summer, Eric counted the days that separated him from the fulfilment of her promise.
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