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"Here are trolls!" and turned to fly. But again Whitefire was up and that man flew not far one pace, and no more. Then they fled screaming and after them came axe and sword.
"I hear thee, thou Ospakar," said Eric, mocking him, and people laughed; while Ospakar grinned angrily and said, "Thou must learn manners, puppy. Still, I shall find no honour in teaching thee in this wise. Last night we made a match in our cups, and I staked my sword Whitefire and thou thine eye.
At length he opened his eyes, only to shut them again, because of a bright gleam of light that ran up and down something at his side. Heavily he wondered what this might be, that shone so keen and bright that shone like a naked sword. Now he looked again. Yes, it was a sword which stood by him upon the bed, and the golden hilt was like the hilt of Whitefire.
On rushed the Gudruda, but now the cable was strained six fathoms from her bow that held together the ships of Ospakar and it was too strong for breaking. Eric looked and saw. Then he drew Whitefire, and while all men wondered, leaped over the prow of the ship and, clasping the golden dragon's head with his arm, set his feet upon its claws and waited.
But I say this: the breeze shall fail, and thou shalt fall upon the goose's back once more. And I say this also, that, had I my will, Gudruda should wed Ospakar: for he is a mighty chief, and not a long-legged carle, outlawed for man-slaying." Now Eric sprang from his seat and laid hand upon the hilt of Whitefire, while men murmured in the hall, for they held this an ill speech of Björn's.
Twice he cut himself, but the third time the cord parted and he was free. He stretched his arms, for they were stiff; then took Whitefire and cut away the bonds of Skallagrim. "How goes it with that hurt of thine?" he asked. "Better than I had thought," answered Skallagrim; "the soreness has come out with the bruise."
Then he gave the spear in his hand to Skallagrim, and, gripping Whitefire's hilt, he burst the peace-strings, and tore it from the scabbard. Now the great sword shone on high like lightning leaping from a cloud, and as it shone men shouted, "Ospakar! Ospakar Niddering! Come, win back Whitefire from Eric's hand, or be for ever shamed!" Blacktooth could endure this no more.
Away speeds the great blade, flashing like lightning through the rays of the setting sun, and behold! as men watch it is gone gone in mid-air! Since that day no such sword as Whitefire has been known in Iceland. "Now slay thou me, Gizur," says the dying Eric.
"Whitefire is red with Gudruda's blood Gudruda slaughtered in her sleep by Gizur's coward hand!" Now men murmured, for this seemed to them the most shameful of all deeds. But Gizur, hearing, shrank back aghast. "Listen again!" said Eric. "I was minded but now to burn you all as ye slept ay, the firing is piled against the door.
Eric leans on Whitefire and speaks: "Get thee gone, Skallagrim Lambstail!" he said; "get thee gone!" "It shall be as thou wilt, lord," answered the Baresark; "but I have not befriended thee so ill that thou shouldst fear for blows to come." "I will keep no man with me who puts my word aside, Skallagrim. What did I bid thee?
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