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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Now, sorceress, whom all men dread save me, you shall tell me the Tuyla incantation as the reward of my endeavors, or else a little by a little I shall destroy the hand that has wrought so many mischiefs." Freydis in the light of the seven candles showed pale as milk. She said: "I am frail and human in this place, and have no power beyond the power of every woman, and no strength at all.
"Ah! what have you heard? and what do you know about him, Freydis?" "I suspicion many things, gray Manuel, by virtue of my dabblings in that gray art which makes neither for good nor evil." "Yes," said Manuel, practically, "but what do you know?" She took his hand again. "I know that in Sargyll, where my will is the only law, you are welcome, false friend and very faithless lover."
Gudrid told her story. Nobody had seen the woman but she, and nobody could make anything of it. Freydis thought that she was a ghost, but Gudrid was sure of her reality. "I think myself," she said, "that she was a woman of our own people either stolen by the savages from a ship, or cast ashore from a wreck, or lost by some adventurers of a former day.
Leif was a fine tall man who took after his mother, and had none of Eric's fiery colour; the second son was Thorstan, who was as red as a fox; the third was Thorwald, and resembled Leif, but was of slighter build. Then there was a tempestuous daughter, named Freydis, a strongly made, fierce girl, who was fated to do terrible things.
"Well, well, you bade me come to you, dear friend, when I had need of you," says Manuel, very cordially shaking hands, "and nobody's need could be more great than mine." "Different people have different needs," Freydis replied, rather gravely, "but all passes in this world." "Friendship, however, does not pass, I hope."
Freydis was clad in scarlet completely, and, as has been said, a golden panther was talking to her when Dom Manuel came in. She at once dismissed the beast, which smiled amicably at Dom Manuel, and then arched high its back in the manner of all the cat tribe, and so flattened out into a thin transparent goldness, and, flickering, vanished upward as a flame leaves a lampwick.
What Manuel thought there was never any telling: but every other man who saw Queen Freydis in this appearance declared that instantly all his past life became a drugged prelude to the moment wherein he stood face to face with Freydis, the high Queen of Audela. Freydis showed now as the most lovely of womankind.
Dom Manuel said, "I demand that Niafer who was a slave girl, and is now a ghost in her pagan paradise." "Do you think, then, that to recall the dead is possible?" "You are cunning, sir, but I remember what Freydis told me. Will you swear that Misery cannot bring back the dead?" "Very willingly I will swear to it, upon all the most authentic relics in Christendom."
"You at least have not changed," Dom Manuel replied, with utter truth, "for you appear today, if anything, more fair and young than you were that first night upon Morven when I evoked you from tall flames to lend life to the image I had made. Well, that seems now a lengthy while ago, and I make no more images." "Your wife would be considering it a waste of time," Queen Freydis estimated.
And then you will be properly sorry, I dare say, for you will De remembering me always, and there will be only human women to divert you, and they are poor creatures." Freydis went again to the mirror, and she meditated there. "Yes, you will be remembering me with my hair in these awful plaits, and that is a pity, but still you will remember me always.
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