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Updated: May 21, 2025
'Good sporting there, at all events, among these dragons, quoth Smid the son of Troll, armourer to the party. 'As good as Thor's when he caught Snake Midgard with the bullock's head, said Wulf. It turned to the east for a hundred days' journey more, all round Arabia and India, among forests full of elephants and dog-headed women. 'Better and better, Smid! growled Wulf, approvingly.
The old woman set her lips firmly, and drew her dagger. Pelagia wrapped her face in her cloak, and stood trembling, bowed down, as if expecting another blow. The door opened, and in walked, neither monks nor guard, but Wulf and Smid. 'Heyday, young monk! cried the latter worthy, with a loud laugh 'Veils here, too, eh? At your old trade, my worthy portress of hell-gate?
'Why did you not let us have our will with him, Prince Wulf? You might have expected such gratitude from a monk. 'He owes me my share of the sport, quoth Smid. 'And here it is! And a hatchet, thrown with practised aim, whistled right for Philammon's head he had just time to swerve, and the weapon struck and snapped against the granite wall behind.
I'll be Augustus, and Pelagia, Augusta; you and Smid here, the two Caesars; and we'll make the monk the chief of the eunuchs, eh? anything you like for a quiet life; but up this accursed kennel of hot water I go no farther. Ask your girls, my heroes, and I'll ask mine. Women are all prophetesses, every one of them. 'When they are not harlots, growled Wulf to himself.
'Haven't you heard what the monk says?-we can never get ever those cataracts. 'We'll stop his old wives' tales for him, and then settle for ourselves, said Smid; and springing from the thwart where he had been sitting, he caught up a bill with one hand, and seized Philammon's throat with the other.... in a moment more, it would have been all over with him....
'Only Goths, my donkey-riding friends! echoed Smid, and at that ominous name the whole posse comitatus tried to look unconcerned, and found suddenly that their presence was absolutely required in an opposite direction. 'Let him go, said Wulf, as he stalked up the steps. 'Let the boy go.
'No more than it does whether or not you pitch her into the canal, and put a hurdle over her when you have got her, answered Smid; 'which is what a Goth would do, if he were in your place. 'Do not vex the poor lad, friend. If he thinks he can mend her instead of punishing her, in Freya's name, let him try. You will be there, then? And mind, I like you.
And why was the little postern gate found open, and shut only just in time to prevent the entrance of the mob? Wulf stood, revolving in a brain but too well practised in such cases, all possible contingencies of death and horror. At last 'A rope and a light, Smid! he almost whispered.
'I have won my bet, Smid, said the old man, chuckling, as the two tramped out into the street, to the surprise and fear of all the neighbours, while the children clapped their hands, and the street dogs felt it their duty to bark lustily at the strange figures of their unwonted visitors. 'No play, no pay, Wulf. We shall see to-morrow. 'I knew that he would stand the trial!
'Fresh beef cheap there, Prince Wulf, eh? quoth Smid; 'I must look over the arrow-heads.
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