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Updated: June 23, 2025
"But I cannot put aside the thought that I, who for the while exist in this mortgaged body, cannot ever get out to you. Freydis, there is no way in which two persons may meet in this world of men: we can but exchange, from afar, despairing friendly signals, in the sure knowledge they will be misinterpreted.
So it was settled they were to build a new ship before they left. That night Freydis's child was born. It was a girl, and she called it Walgerd. That had been the name of Thorstan's daughter, who had not lived. Gudrid wondered why she chose that name. She could never understand Freydis nobody could; yet she had been right about her in one thing. Freydis loved the child more than life itself.
First of all, Freydis said that she intended for it she and her husband Thorhall; then another Thorhall, him they called the Huntsman, offered himself a tall, oldish, glum fellow, liked by nobody and trusted by few, but a man of great strength and courage, too able to be refused. Then came up Biorn from Heriolfsness offering himself and his ship.
And she explained the way it was. Manuel put many questions. All that evening he was thoughtful, and he was unusually tender with Freydis. And that night, when Freydis slept, Dom Manuel kissed her very lightly, then blinked his eyes, and for a moment covered them with his hand. Standing thus, the tall boy queerly moving his mouth, as though it were stiff and he were trying to make it more supple.
Gudrid said, "That is not my opinion. I wish with all my heart I had." "Wait," said Freydis, "until you have a man for a mate." But that made Gudrid's eyes bright. "You must not scorn my husband to my face," she said. "Pooh!" said Freydis; "he's not here for long." Then Gudrid turned pale, and grew very grave. "You know that, then?" "Why," said Freydis, "it is common knowledge.
In his heart he belittles the strong stupid lords of earth; and they, being strong, plan vengeance, the while that in a corner he makes images to commemorate what is lost: and so for him who has beheld the loveliness of Freydis there is no hope at all.
But they of Poictesme declared that Queen Freydis did give life to these figures, each at a certain hour, and that her wizardry set them to live as men among mankind, with no very happy results, because these images differed from naturally begotten persons by having inside them a spark of the life of Audela.
Thus, one by one, the forgotten shapes came to the fire, and cried, "A penny, a penny, twopence, a penny and a half, and a halfpenny!" as each entered into the fire which was the gateway to their home. "Farewell!" said Freydis: and as she spoke she sighed. "Not thus must be our parting," Manuel says.
"For, in comparison with that alien clear beauty, there is no beauty in this world. He that has beheld the loveliness of Freydis must go henceforward as a hungry person, because of troubling memories: and his fellows deride him enviously.
"She is perhaps some witch whose magic is more terrible than their magic, and has besotted this ruined champion?" "It is either enchantment or idiocy, unless indeed it be something far higher than either." King Thibaut looked grave, then shrugged. "Oy Dieus! even so, Queen Freydis is the more to my taste."
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