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Updated: June 13, 2025
And then for vengeance! I will see thee dead, Eric, and dead will I see Gudruda at thy side! Afterwards let darkness come ay, though the horror rides it! Swift! I must be swift!" Eric passed into Swanhild's bower, and, finding Whitefire, bore it thence. On the table was food. He took it.
Now she took the sword, and heaved it up, and looked at the runes and said, "A strange writing truly." "How runs it, housekeeper?" said Asmund. "Thus, lord, if my skill is not at fault: "Whitefire is my name Dwarf-folk forged me Odin's sword was I Eric's sword was I Eric's sword shall I be And where I fall there he must follow me."
She had overcome him by her arts; that cup was drugged which he had drunk, and he was mad with grief. Yes, she had played upon his woe like a harper on a harp, and now he was ashamed now he had betrayed his friend who loved him! Had Whitefire been to his hand at that moment, Eric had surely slain himself. But the great sword was not there, for it hung in Swanhild's bower.
"Have then thy will;" and, loosing the peace-strings, he drew Whitefire from its sheath and gave her the great war-sword. Swanhild took it by the hilt, and, lifting a tress of Eric's yellow hair, she shore through it deftly with Whitefire's razor-edge, smiling as she shore.
"Then we must bide in Straumey, it seems," said Eric: "for of all my goods and gear this alone is left me," and he looked at Whitefire. "Thou hast still a gold ring or two upon thy arm," answered the Earl, laughing. "But surely, Eric, thou wouldst not begone?" "I know not, Earl. Listen: it is well that I should be plain with thee. Once, before thou didst wed Swanhild, she had another mind."
Eric stretched forth his left hand, wondering, and Skallagrim took it. He did not stretch out his right, for, fearing guile, he gripped Whitefire in it. "Lord," Skallagrim said again, "of all men who ever were, thou art the mightiest. Five other men had not stood before me in my rage, but, scorning thy weapon, thou didst overcome me in the noblest fashion, and by thy naked strength alone.
His right foot caught on it, he stumbled heavily stumbled again, then fell prone on his face, and, as he fell, stretched out his sword hand to save himself, so that Whitefire flew from his grasp. The blade struck its hilt against the ground, then circled in the air and fixed itself, point downwards, in the clay of the flooring.
Is Whitefire sharp, Brighteyes?" "Whitefire was sharp enough to shear my hair, Skallagrim; but if Atli would strike let him lay on. Whitefire will not be aloft for him." "That we shall see," said Skallagrim. "At least, if thou art harmed because of this loose quean, my axe will be aloft." "Keep thou thine axe in its place," said Eric, and as he spoke Atli came, and with him many men.
But on the morrow he woke at dawn, and clothed himself and ate. Then he called his men together, and with them Skallagrim. They came and stood before him, and Eric, drawing Whitefire, leaned upon it and spoke: "Hearken, mates," he said: "I know this, that my hours are short and death draws on. My years have been few and evil, and I cannot read the purpose of my life.
I will lay thee on thy face and whip thee, and Whitefire shall be the stake I swear it on the holy altar-ring; but what hast thou to set against the precious sword? Thy poor hovel and its lot of land shall be all too little." "I set my life on it; if I lose Whitefire let Whitefire slay me," said Eric. "Nay, that I will not have, and I am master here in this Temple," said Asmund.
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