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Updated: May 7, 2025
The spell of summer weather had passed from the islands, and in its wake the wind blew keenly from the north, and the grey cloud-drift hurried low overhead. All colour had died out of land and sea; the hills looked naked and the waters cold. And Vandrad, the sea-rover, had gone with the sunshine had gone, never so Osla said to herself, to return again.
"Canst thou spare a tear, sweet Osla, When I sail from this fair land? Wilt thou dream of Vandrad sometimes When the waves boom on the strand? Can visions of a pleasant hour The march of time withstand?
What place have they in the Valhalla of the white Christ?" "There are no other gods." "No Odin, no Thor, no Freya of the fair seasons, no Valhalla for the souls of the brave? Nay, Osla, leave me my gods, and I will leave you yours. Mine is the religion of my kinsmen, of my father, of my ancestors. And," he continued, "would you say that Christian men are better than worshippers of Odin?
"Wait for me, Helgi," he said, "the spell is on me still," and starting away suddenly he ran up the bank again. "Osla!" he cried, and stopped abruptly. "What means this, Vandrad?" she asked. Her eyes were wide open with troubled surprise, and looking into her upturned face he thought she never was so fair before. "They have come for me, Osla, and I must go. Farewell! remember me not."
Kacmwri, as they drew him forth, was dragged by two millstones into the deep. And as Osla Kyllellvawr was running after the boar, his knife had dropped out of the sheath, and he had lost it, and after that, the sheath became full of water, and its weight drew him down into the deep, as they were drawing him forth.
I hear Osla!" he said. Estein thrust his dagger into its sheath, and bending in the doorway stepped out into the night. Below the cell he saw a boat leaving the land, and right before him, in the clear, cool twilight, the form of Osla. "Have you tired of my father's company?" she asked, with a smile. "I would be alone," he answered, and walked quickly past her.
Then he fell silent, and she laid her free hand upon his brow, while outside the wind eddied and sang mournfully round the cell. At last his mind cleared again, and he spoke coherently though very feebly. "I am dying, Osla; fare thee well! The box you know the box?" "The steel-bound box?" she answered. "Ay, steel-bound, 'tis steel-bound indeed. I took it "
"Osla, when I bear me bravely, 'Midst the lightning of the sword, And the armies meet like torrents When the mountain snows have thawed The thought of thine approving smile Shall be my sole reward. "Fare thee well, sweet blue-eyed Osla! The sea-king must not stay, E'en for tresses rich as summer And for smile as bright as May; But one hope I cannot part from We may meet again some day!"
For a moment they were too surprised to speak, and the old man went on with kindling enthusiasm, "Ay, Osla, I followed thee up from the ship, and awaited under the shadow of Hakonstad itself the issue ordained by the gods. King Estein, when thou wert with me I knew not who were the wizard and the witch of the Orkneys. My dreams revealed them not.
The hour was late, and Yaspard began to speculate upon what Aunt Osla and Uncle Brüs would say on being roused from their slumbers to receive the adventurers and hear the story which had so nearly ended in a tragedy.
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