Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 22, 2025
"I am the youngest son I am worth nothing to any man," I said. "He is Malcolm, the jarl's best-loved son," said that man of ours who had asked my pardon. "Maybe his mother's folk will ransom him. His grandfather is Melbrigda, the Scots jarl over yonder." He pointed across the hills where the smoke hung among the heather, and at that old Heidrek laughed, while the men at his heels chuckled evilly.
You drove her ashore, and the honour falls to us. We should only make a big fire of her and dance round it. Where is the other?" "Your men took her round the bend below. There will be no more trouble with Heidrek. We have his son, Asbiorn, here with us." "Give him to me," said Dalfin at once; "give him to me, King Hakon.
"It seems that these ships of yours are too well known for me to overlook. My men say that I am sure to have to settle with Heidrek at some time, and I may as well do so here as on the Norway shore next summer. I shall be busy then, and Heidrek will have heard thereof. I am not busy just now." "You will be when you overhaul the ships," said Asbiorn.
Then, when he was thus pent up by us, Heidrek had tried to cut his way to the camp and take Myrkiartan prisoner, that he might hold him as hostage for safe departure. It was a mad attempt, but at least had some meaning in it which we could not understand at the time. Moreover, had it not been for the men who came up with Dalfin it had been done. Now Hakon made no delay.
"They will have been his, and he must have berthed them in some near fjord. There he would hear of this that was to be, and of the treasure which the old king took with him to his grave." Then Bertric said thoughtfully enough: "It may well be that the fight has gone hardly for Heidrek, else I think that he would have put off to follow the ship before this.
Only to eastward the sky was dull and grayish, as it were with the loss of light in the sky over hill and forest. And Heidrek was gaining on us steadily if very slowly. We were very silent at this time. Presently Gerda broke the silence. "Friend Bertric," she said in a still voice, "how long have we?" He glanced back at the ships, and answered her, after a moment's thought.
Then Heidrek took to his oars, finding that he was chased in earnest, and Hakon did so likewise at once. It was a beautiful river, wide and clear, with great, green hills on either side, and thick forests at their feet. But never a boat on its waters, or man on its shores did we see. Only from each hilltop the smoke of the war beacons rose and eddied.
Heidrek was the son of a king in Jutland, and the good blood will show itself at last." "You know Hakon well," I said, having seen that the greeting between those two was not of an every day sort, or as between prince and follower merely. "We two were long together in Athelstane's court," he answered. "I also am Athelstane's foster son. He has many, according to our custom."
"We may be blown back into the arms of old Heidrek. What say you to taking one of these boats, or fitting out our own with their oars, and so trying to make the coast? Even Heidrek would pay no heed to a boat." "We may have to do that yet," answered my friend. "Heidrek is not coming, or he would have sought this ship under oars at once. That Arnkel must have beaten him soundly is that likely?"
"What say you, Malcolm?" I thought a while, knowing the cold sea fogs of the north pretty well. "Heidrek will be in it by this time," I said. "Fog bank or more, I would about ship and run back past him with the wind. If it is a bank, we shall go with it, and he must lose us.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking