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Updated: June 9, 2025
Then my eyes grew dark and I drew near to death from very shame and bitterness. But of a sudden something leaped up in my heart, fire raged before my eyes and voices in my ears called on to war and vengeance. I was Baresark and like hay bands I burst my cords. My axe hung on the wainscot.
Now men rode round them, but at first they did not know Eric, because of the golden helm that hid his face in shadow. "Who are ye?" called Ospakar. "I think that thou shouldst know me, Blacktooth," Eric answered, "for I set thee heels up in the snow but lately or, at the least, thou wilt know this," and he drew great Whitefire. "Thou mayest know me also, Ospakar," cried the Baresark.
Then Gizur must follow, and presently he stood beside her in the room, and at their feet lay drunken Skallagrim. Gizur looked first at his sword, then on the Baresark, and lastly at Swanhild. "Nay," she whispered, "touch him not. Perchance he would cry out and we seek higher game. He has that within him which will hold him fast for a while. Follow where I shall lead."
In May 1740 comes a message Frederick must come to Potsdam quickly if he is to see his father again. The son comes. "Am not I happy to have such a son to leave behind me?" says the dying king. On May 31 he dies. No baresark of them, nor Odin's self, was a bit of truer stuff. III. The Silesian Wars Shall we, then, have the philosopher-king, as Europe dimly seems to half expect?
This the Baresark did, though he grumbled at the task, fearing lest Eric should be done to death, and he not there to die with him. Now Eric walked to within two bowshots of the house, then sat down in a dell by the river, from the edge of which he could see those who passed in and out.
His astonishing avowal had once more turned topsy-turvy my conception of his real nature. I had to reconstruct the man, a very complicated task. I had to reconcile in him all kinds of opposites the lusty brute and the sentimental lover; the physical coward and the baresark hero; the man with hell in his soul and the debonair gentleman.
Ospakar was great beyond the bigness of men and his arms were clothed with black hair like the limbs of a goat. Beneath the shoulder joint they were almost as thick as a girl's thigh. His legs also were mighty, and the muscles stood out upon him in knotty lumps. He seemed a very giant, and fierce as a Baresark, but still somewhat round about the body and heavy in movement.
"You are angry, and do not know what you say. Hearken proud lass. I will take care of one thing, and that is, that you shall speak the truth." "Did I not say that you were tipsy?" "Pish! You said that I was a Berserker. And truth you shall speak; for baresark I go to-morrow to the war, and baresark I win that mare or die." "That will be very fit for you."
Tarry a while, lord; tarry a while I come I come!" Then crying "Eric! Eric!" the Baresark fit took him, and once more and for the last time Skallagrim rushed screaming upon the foe, and once more they rolled to earth before him.
"Bad news for thee, Brighteyes," answered the mate, "and that Baresark thrall of thine, for we must loose your bands." "That is good news, then," said Eric, "for our limbs are numb and dead because of the nipping of the cords. Is land in sight?" "Nay, nor will be for thee, Eric." "How now, friend? how now? Sure, having handselled peace to us, ye mean no harm towards two unarmed men?"
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