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And bright in crimson and ermine she came from the cabin and stood swaying on the deck before Egil and his men, while round her train played heedlessly the ill-omened black kitten; and that seemed strange. Egil bared his head and bowed before her. "Are you truly the queen?" he said. "Aye, knave. Who else should I be?" she answered. "Fetch me the old priest."
Once a number of Icelandic peasantry found a very thick skull in the cemetery where the poet Egil was buried. Its great thickness made them feel certain it was the skull of a great man, doubtless of Egil himself. To be doubly sure they put it on a wall and hit it hard blows with a hammer.
The color came and went in Helga's cheek; her mouth worked nervously. Sigurd's eyes were fixed upon the two like glowing lamps, as to and fro they went with vengeful fury. In all the valley there was no sound but the fierce clash and clatter of the swords. The very trees seemed to hold their breath to listen. Egil uttered a panting gasp of triumph; his, blade had bitten flesh.
The Continental version is told in the late Icelandic Thidreks Saga, where it is brought into connexion with the Volsung story; in this the story of the second brother, Egil the archer, is also given, and its antiquity is supported by the pictures on the Anglo-Saxon carved whale-bone box known as the Franks Casket, dated by Professor Napier at about 700 A.D. The adventures of the third brother, Slagfinn, have not survived.
Then Thrand said, seeming very wroth: "I will not lose a good captive and ransom for any Mercian turncoat. I will go and find the king and make complaint." "Tell him that you are Egil at the same time," a Dane sneered. "You will not hoodwink him as you have this Saxon." "Is not this man Egil?" I asked, looking at Thrand with a hope that he would guess whom I needed.
Egil greeted him well, and Hoskuld sat down by him, but Olaf stood up and looked about him. He saw a woman sitting on the dais in the booth, she was goodly and had the looks of one of high degree, and very well dressed. He thought to himself this must be Thorgerd, Egil's daughter. Olaf went up to the dais and sat down by her. Thorgerd greeted the man, and asked who he was.
So evenly were they matched, that from a little distance it looked as if they were braced motionless. Their heels ground deep into the soft sod. Their breath began to come in labored gasps. It could not last much longer; already the great drops stood on Alwin's forehead. Only a spurt of fury could save him. Suddenly, in changing his hold, Egil grasped the other's wounded shoulder.
He had with him only a small force, the signal fires had not been lighted, and the enemy were close at hand before he could prepare to meet them. "What shall we do?" he asked his men. "Shall we stay and fight, or draw back and gather men?" The answer came from an old peasant, Egil Woolsack: "Often have I fought, King Haakon, with King Harold, your father.
Egil promised to do so and his friend brought him food and drink, bidding him do his best. Anxious to know how he was progressing Arinbjörn visited him in the night. "How goes the song?" he asked. "Not a line of it is ready," answered Egil. "A swallow has been sitting in the window all the night, screaming and disturbing me, and do what I would I could not drive it away."
And I looked for Egil, that I might call him to come and win the sword from me, but I could not see him; and a foolish fear that some other than he might get the good blade got hold of me, for I had no doubt that I must fall, and no fear thereof, save that. And why I longed for Egil thus was, I think, because of utter weariness and loss of hope.
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