Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 17, 2025
Brusi and Einar then pooled their share of the islands, Einar having the control of both; and Thorfinn got his trithing, managing it by his men, who collected his scatt and tolls under Thorkel Fostri, whom Einar plotted to kill.
The other, Jarl Einar, fell out with Rognvald, his father, and we heard that he would take to the viking path, and go to the Orkneys, to win back the jarldom that Sigurd's death had left as a prey to masterless men and pirates of all sorts.
Einar replied, "Hard or not, I intend to come at him, for I love Gudrid, and she loves me. She is worth fighting for, being as good as she is fair." "She is so," said Orme; "but, to tell you the truth, I don't know how you will set about it." "I shall ask you to be my friend in it," Einar said. "He will listen to you sooner than any one." Orme put his head on one side.
He knew no more where he was than Einar himself could tell them; he lost count of days and nights, but estimated that he was three weeks at sea before the fog lifted and he saw the stars. In the morning the sun rose fair out of the sea, and he got a bearing. More than that, he saw before him like a low bank of cloud a strange coast lying on his starboard bow.
If the harsh Priest be, in a measure, Ibsen as Norway made him, Agnes and Einar, and perhaps Gerd also, are the delicate offspring of Italy. Considerable postponements delayed the publication of Brand, which saw the light at length, in Copenhagen, in March, 1866.
At the first he took the lead of his ten other dragons, Sigvaldi sailing in advance. But as they neared the island a thing happened which caused him to fall back to the rear. Young Einar Eindridson, ever full of sport and play, had perched himself astride of the yardarm, and there, with his longbow and arrows shot at the seagulls as they flew by.
The sword though it was sheathed, was not girt to him, and its golden-studded belt was twisted about it, and it was no imperfect giving. So I spoke in a low voice: "Jarl Sigurd, I thank you. If my might is aught, the sword will be used as you would have used it. Surely I will say to Einar that you rest in peace, and we will come here and close your mound again in all honour."
But Einar said never a word, and the two rowers slackened their pace only when the bend of the firth hid the mound from our sight. Then said I, finding that Einar spoke not: "What are we flying from? there was nought to harm us." For I began to be ashamed. Thereat Kolgrim stopped rowing, and Thord must needs do likewise, though he said: "It is ill for us to stay here. The dead jarl is very wroth."
Now Einar was the name of the farmer at Combe, and he was a tenant of those of Coldback, and had the ward of their drifts on that side of the firths; and now withal he was ware of the stranding of the whale: and he took boat and rowed past the firths to Byrgis Creek, whence he sent a man to Coldback; and when Thorgrim and his brothers heard that, they got ready at their swiftest, and were twelve in a ten-oared boat, and Kolbein's sons fared with them, Ivar and Leif, and were six altogether; and all farmers who could bring it about went to the whale.
"We will go where you will," said Einar. "It will be all one to me." Again she thought, with her face set towards the sea. Then she turned suddenly and put her arms round his neck. Einar spoke to Orme about the affair, and Orme put on a scared look, though he had been expecting something of the kind. "You will find Thorbeorn hard to deal with," he said.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking