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Updated: July 27, 2025
Our race is as old and proud as the kings of Sogn themselves, and I vowed that Hakon should rue that day. I was a heathen then, Vandrad." He said these last words with a gleam in his eyes and a tightening of his lips, as if he gloated over the memory of his bygone faith.
Can you call to mind a Jemtland village where you halted on your journey, and a man whom the villagers pursued?" "And that " she cried in astonishment. "Was Vandrad; and Atli " "Is Kolskegg, foster-father of thy brother Olaf," said a voice behind them, and looking quickly round the lovers saw the venerable form of the seer standing within five paces of them.
"Never, Osla, never! but fate has been too strong for me. They wait for me now, and I must leave you." "Farewell, Vandrad!" she said, looking up, and he saw that her eyes were filled with tears. "Osla!" he cried, drawing her towards him. She yielded an instant, and then suddenly broke free and started away. "Farewell!" she said again, and her voice sounded like a sob.
And through Gudrun's harping on the matter Bolli's mind swelled at all the enmity and guilts that lay at the door of Kjartan, and speedily he donned his weapons, and they grew a band of nine together. There were the five sons of Osvif Ospak, Helgi, Vandrad, Torrad, and Thorolf. Bolli was the sixth and Gudlaug, the son of Osvif's sister, the hopefullest of men, the seventh.
And he rose and walked out into the night. For a minute they were too surprised to speak. Then Osla said softly, "Your magic is too strong, Vandrad." She threw him one glance that lived long in his memory, and quickly followed her father. For more than an hour afterwards he could dimly see them pacing the shore in silence, her arm within the hermit's.
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.
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