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Updated: June 8, 2025
Wouldn't it be nice if we could do him a favor, and go and drive the cows home for him?" "How, could we?" asked Buddy. "The cows are big and we are little. We never could drive them home." "We can try," said Brighteyes cheerfully. "Come, we'll hurry on ahead of the farmer and perhaps I shall think of a plan."
Thou art jealous also of Brighteyes thy lord, and this was in thy mind: to let him die upon the Raven and then to bind his shoes upon thy cowardly feet. Though none else saw, I saw; and I say this: that if I may have my will, I will string thee, living, to the prow in that same cable till gulls tear out thy fox-heart!" Now Hall grew very white and his knees trembled beneath him.
Now, in case there is no salt in the ice cream to make the rag doll sneeze, I'll tell you in the following story about Brighteyes Pigg in a tin can. Buddy and Brighteyes would have told her, anyhow, for they always did, but, as it was, Mrs. Pigg saw a scratch on Buddy's leg, where the rope had hurt him when he fell, and she wanted to know all about it.
"The Norns have appointed us an evil fate, giving me as wife to an old man whom I do not love, and thee for a lover to a woman who has betrayed thee. Ah, Eric Brighteyes, thou foolish Eric! why knewest thou not the false from the true while yet there was time? Now are all words said and all things done nor can they be undone.
"Well, it can't be helped, I s'pose, and there's no use worrying over buttermilk that isn't quite made. I shall have to throw this away." "No, don't," cried Brighteyes quickly. "Why not?" asked the toad lady. "Because I will finish churning it for you." "Do you know how to churn?" "Not exactly, but I have thought of a plan.
Then, as folk fall from him, with all his strength he whirls Whitefire round his head till it shines like a wheel of fire. "Thy service is done and thou art clean of Gudruda's blood go back to those who forged thee!" Brighteyes cries, and casts Whitefire from him towards the gulf.
There's nothing to do here." "Why do you always want to be doing something?" asked his sister. "Why aren't you content to sit here in the shady woods, and sail the boats?" "Because," answered Buddy, and that was the only reason he could give. Then Brighteyes thought of a new game to play.
So Buddy had to get ready to go for the doctor, while Mrs. Pigg and Brighteyes made mustard plasters for Dr. Pigg. Well, when Buddy was all dressed, he happened to look out of the window, and he saw how dark it was, for there was no moon that night, and the stars were all hidden behind clouds. But do you s'pose Buddy was going to stay home on that account? No, sir-ee!
"Now I see that thou art not thyself, son, for thou hadst no meat, but only stock-fish and I never knew a man forget his supper on the night of its eating, except he was distraught or deep in love." "Was it so?" said Brighteyes. "What troubles thee, Eric? that sweet lass yonder?" "Ay, somewhat, mother." "What more, then?"
If there be any two among you who will dare to match their might against my single sword in holmgang, here I, Eric Brighteyes, stand and wait them. It is better that one man, or perchance three men, should fall, than that anon so many should roll in the dust. What say ye?"
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