Erik Blood-axe And Egil The Icelander


In the year 900 Harold the Fair-Haired, the famous monarch who made a

kingdom of Norway, passed a law which was to work mischief for centuries

to come. Erik, his favorite son, was named overlord of the kingdom, but

with the proviso that his other sons should bear the kingly title and

rule over provinces, while the sons of his daughters were to be made

earls. Had the wise Harold dreamed of the trouble this unwise law was to
/> make he would have cut off his right hand before signing it. It was to

give rise to endless rebellions and civil wars which filled the kingdom

with ruin and slaughter for many reigns and at last led to its overthrow

and long disappearance from among the separate nations of the earth.



A bold and daring prince was Erik, with the old viking blood in his

veins. When only twelve years of age his father gave him five ships, each

with a sturdy crew of Norsemen, and sent him out to ravage the southern

lands, in the manner of the sea-kings of those days. Many were the

perilous exploits of the young viking admiral and when he came back to

his father's halls and told him of his daring deeds, the old king

listened with delight. So fierce and fatal were many of his fights that

he won the name of Blood-Axe, but for this his father loved him all the

more and chose him to be his successor on the throne.






Before his father died Erik had shown what was in him, by attacking and

killing two of his brothers. But despite all that, when the old king was

eighty years of age he led Erik to the throne and named him as his

successor. Three years later Harold died and Norway fell under the young

sea-king's hand--a brave, handsome, stately ruler; but haughty, cruel,

and pitiless in his wrath, and with the old viking wildness in his blood.



He had married a woman whom men called a witch--cruel, treacherous,

loving money and power, and with such influence over him that she killed

all the good in his soul and spurred him on to evil deeds.



Strange stories are told of the wicked Queen Gunhild. It was said that

she had been sent to Finland to learn the arts of sorcery, in which the

Finns of those days were well versed. Here Erik met her in one of his

wanderings, and was taken captive by her bold beauty. She dwelt with two

sorcerers, both bent on marrying her, while she would have neither of

them. Prince Erik was a suitor more to her liking and she hid him in her

tent, begging him to rescue her from her troublesome lovers.



This was no easy task, for sorcerers have arts of their own, but Erik

proved equal to it, cut his way through all the difficulties in his path

and carried Gunhild away to his ships, where he made her his wife. In

her he had wed a dragon of mischief, as his people were to learn.



She was of small size but of wonderful beauty, and with sly, insinuating

ways that fitted her well to gain the mastery over strong men. But all

her arts were used for evil, and she won the hatred of the people by

speaking words of ill counsel in her husband's ears. The treachery and

violence he showed were said to be the work of Gunhild the witch, and the

nobles and people soon grew to hate Erik Blood-Axe and his cruel wife,

and often broke out in rebellion against them.



His brothers, who had been made kings of provinces, were not ready to

submit to his harsh rule, and barely was old King Harold dead before

Halfdan the Swarthy--who bore the name of his grandfather--claimed to be

monarch in Troendelag, and Olaf, another brother, in Viken. Death came

suddenly to Halfdan--men whispered that he had been poisoned by the

queen--but his brother Sigfrid took his place and soon the flame of

rebellion rose north and south. Erik proved equal to the difficulty.

Sigfrid and Olaf were in Tunsberg, where they had met to lay plans to

join their forces, when Erik, whose spies told him of their movements,

took the town by surprise and killed them both.



Thus, so far, Erik Blood-Axe was triumphant. He had killed four of his

brothers--men said five--and every one thought that Gunhild would not be

content until all King Harold's brood except her own husband were in the

grave.



Trouble next came from a region far away, the frost-king's land of

Iceland in the northern seas, which had been settled from Norway in the

early reign of Harold the Fair-Haired, some sixty years before. Here

lived a handsome and noble man named Thorolf, who had met Erik in his

viking days. He was the son of the stern old Icelander Bald Grim, and

nephew of the noble Thorolf who had been basely slain by King Harold.



Bald Grim hated Harold and all his race, but Thorolf grew to admire Erik

for his daring and made him a present of a large and beautiful ship. Thus

Erik became his friend, and when Thorolf came to Norway the young prince

begged his father to let him dwell there in peace. When he at length went

home to Iceland he took with him an axe with a richly carved handle,

which Erik had sent as a present to his father.



Old Bald Grim was not the man to be bought over by a present. The hate he

felt for Harold he transferred to his son, and when Thorolf set sail

again for Norway his father bade him take back the axe to the king and

sang an insulting song which he bade him repeat to Erik. Thorolf did not

like his errand. He thought it best to let the blood-feud die, so he

threw the axe into the sea and when he met the king gave him his father's

thanks for the fine gift. If Thorolf had had his way the trouble would

have been at an end, but with him came Egil, his younger brother, a man

of different character.



Stern old Bald Grim seemed born again in his son Egil. A man of great

size, swarthy face, harsh of aspect, and of fierce temper, in him was the

old, tameless spirit of the Norse sea-kings, turbulent, passionate,

owning no man master, he bent his strong soul to no man's rule. Rash and

adventurous, he had a long and stormy career, while nature had endowed

him with a rich gift of song, which added to his fame. Such was the type

of men who in those days made all Europe tremble before the Norsemen's

wrath, and won dominion for the viking warriors in many lands.



Thorold when in Norway before had gained powerful friends in the great

nobles, Thore Herse and Bjoern the Yeoman. On this visit the brothers

became Thore's guests, and Egil and Arinbjoern, Thore's son, became warm

friends. The young Icelander's hot temper soon brewed trouble. Sickness

kept him from going with Thorolf to the house of Bjoern the Yeoman, whose

daughter, Aasgard, he was to marry; but he soon got well and went on a

visit to Baard, a steward of the king. As fortune decreed he met there

King Erik and Queen Gunhild.



Egil was not the man to play the courtier and his hot blood was under

little control. When Baard neglected him in favor of his royal visitor,

he broke into such a rage that the queen, to quiet him, tried one of her

underhand arts. She bade Baard to mix sleeping herbs with his beer.



Suspecting treachery from the taste of the beer Egil flung his flagon to

the floor, struck Baard dead in his fury, and, fleeing for his life, swam

to an island in the neighboring stream. When men were sent to search the

island and capture him he killed some of them, seized their boat, and

made his escape.



King Erik was furious, but Thore Herse got him to accept a money payment

for Baard's death--as was then the custom of the land--and he agreed to

let Egil dwell in Norway unharmed.



This was not to the queen's liking. She was fond of Baard and was deeply

incensed at Egil for his murderous act, and she stormed at the king for

his mildness of temper till he broke out:



"You are forever egging me on to acts of violence; but now you must hold

your peace, for I have given my kingly word and cannot break it."



Gunhild, thus repulsed, sought other means of revenge. A great feast of

sacrifice to the old heathen gods was to be held at the temple of Gaule,

and at her instigation her brother, Eyvind Skreyja, agreed to kill one of

Bald Grim's sons. Finding no opportunity for this, he killed one of

Thorolf's men, for which act Erik outlawed him.



The remainder of the story of Egil's career is largely that of a viking,

that is, a piratical rover, bent on spoil and plunder and the harrying of

sea-coast lands. With Thorolf he took to the sea and cruised about in

quest of wealth and glory, finally landing in England and fighting in a

great battle under the banner of King Athelstan. He made his mark here,

but Thorolf was slain, so Egil went back to Norway, married his brother's

widow, and sailed for his old home in Iceland, which he had not seen for

twelve years.



Iceland was too quiet a land to hold the stirring sea-king long and news

from Norway soon made him take ship again. Bjoern the Yeoman, his wife's

father, had died, and Queen Gunhild had given his estate to Berg-Anund,

one of her favorites. Storming with rage, he reached Norway and hotly

pleaded his claim to the estate before the assembly or thing at Gula,

Erik and Gunhild being present. He failed in his purpose, the thingbreaking up in disorder; and Egil, probably finding Norway too hot to

hold him, went back to Iceland.



If King Erik now fancied he was rid of the turbulent Icelander he was

mistaken. Rankling with a sense of injury and borne onward by his

impetuous temper, Egil was soon in Norway again, sought the Bjoern estate,

surprised and killed Berg-Anund, and went so far in his daring as to kill

Ragnvald, the king's son, who was visiting Berg. Carried to extremes by

his unruly temper he raised what was called a shame-pole, or pole of

dishonor, on a cliff top, to the king and queen. On it he thrust the head

of a dead horse, crying out:



"I turn this dishonor against all the land-spirits of this land, that

they may all stray bewildered and none of them find his home until they

have driven King Erik and Queen Gunhild out of this land."



This message of defiance he cut in runes--the letters of the

Northland--into the pole, that all might read it, and then sailed back to

Iceland.



Egil had not long to wait for his curse to take effect, for Erik's reign

was soon threatened from a new source. He had not killed all his

brothers. In the old days of King Harold, when near seventy years old, he

had married a new wife, who bore him a son whom he named

Haakon,--destined in later life to reign with the popular title of Haakon

the Good. This boy, perhaps for his safety, had been sent to England and

given over to King Athelstan, who brought him up almost as his own son.



Erik had been four years on the throne when Haakon came back to Norway, a

handsome, noble youth, kind of heart and gentle in disposition, and on

all sides hailed with joy, for Erik and his evil-minded wife had not won

the love of the people. Great nobles and many of the people gathered

around Haakon, men saying that he was like King Harold come back again,

gentler and nobler than of old and with all his old stately beauty and

charm.



The next year he was crowned king. Erik tried to raise an army, but none

of the people were willing to fight for him, and he was forced to flee

with his wife and children. Only a few of his old friends went with him,

but among them was Arinbjoern, Egil's former friend.



Sudden had been King Erik's fall. Lately lord of a kingdom, he had now

not a foot of land he could call his own, and he sailed about as a

sea-robber, landing and plundering in Scotland and England. At length,

to rid himself of this stinging hornet of the seas, King Athelstan made

him lord of a province in Northumberland, with the promise that he would

fight for it against other vikings like himself. He was also required to

be baptized and become a Christian.



Meanwhile Egil dwelt in Iceland, but in bitter discontent. He roamed

about the strand, looking for sails at sea and seeming to care little for

his wife and children. Men said that Gunhild had bewitched him, but more

likely it was his own unquiet spirit. At any rate the time came when he

could bear a quiet life no longer and he took ship and sailed away to the

south.



Misfortune now went with him. A storm drove his ship ashore on the

English coast at the mouth of the Humber, the ship being lost but he and

his thirty men reaching shore. Inquiring in whose land he was, people

told him that Erik Blood-Axe ruled that region.



Egil's case was a desperate one. He was in the domain of his deadly foe,

with little hope of escape. With his usual impetuous spirit, he made no

attempt to flee, but rode boldly into York, where he found his old friend

Arinbjoern. With him he went straight to Erik, like the reckless fellow he

was.



"What do you expect from me?" asked Erik. "You deserve nothing but death

at my hands."



"Death let it be, then," said the bold viking, in his reckless manner.



Gunhild on seeing him was eager for his blood. She had hated him so long

that she hotly demanded that he should be killed on the spot. Erik, less

bloodthirsty, gave him his life for one night more, and Arinbjoern begged

him to spend the night in composing a song in Erik's honor, hoping that

in this way he might win his life.



Egil promised to do so and his friend brought him food and drink, bidding

him do his best. Anxious to know how he was progressing Arinbjoern visited

him in the night.



"How goes the song?" he asked.



"Not a line of it is ready," answered Egil. "A swallow has been sitting

in the window all the night, screaming and disturbing me, and do what I

would I could not drive it away."



At that Arinbjoern darted into the hall, where he saw in the dim light a

woman running hastily away. Going back he found that the swallow had

flown. He was sure now that Queen Gunhild had changed herself into a

swallow by sorcery, and for the remainder of the night he kept watch

outside that the bird should not return. When morning broke he found that

Egil had finished his song.



Determined to save his friend's life if he could, he armed himself and

his men and went with Egil to the palace of the king, where he asked Erik

for Egil's life as a reward for his devotion to him when others had

deserted him.



Erik made no reply, and then Arinbjoern cried out:



"This I will say. Egil shall not die while I or one of my men remain

alive."



"Egil has well deserved death," replied Erik, "but I cannot buy his death

at that price."



As he stopped speaking Egil began to sing, chanting his ode in tones that

rang loudly through the hall. Famed as a poet, his death song was one of

the best he had ever composed, and it praised Erik's valor in all the

full, wild strains of the northern verse.



Erik heard the song through with unmoved face. When it was done he said:



"Your song is a noble one, and your friend's demand for your life is

nobler still. Nor can I be the dastard to kill a man who puts himself of

his own will into my hands. You shall depart unharmed. But do not think

that I or my sons forgive you, and from the moment you leave this hall

never come again under my eyes or the eyes of my sons."



Egil thus won his life by his song, which became known as the "Ransom of

the Head." Another of his songs, called "The Loss of the Son," is held to

be the most beautiful in all the literature of Iceland. He afterwards

lived long and had many more adventures, and in the end died in his bed

in Iceland when he was over ninety years of age. Erik died in battle many

years earlier, and Gunhild then went to Denmark with her sons. She was to

make more trouble for Norway before she died.



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