Haakon The Good And The Sons Of Gunhild


We have told how King Haakon succeeded his brother, Erik Blood-Axe, on

the throne, and how, from his kindly and gentle nature, people called him

Haakon the Good. There were other sons and several grandsons of Harold

the Fair-Haired in the kingdom, but the new king treated them with

friendliness and let them rule as minor kings under him.



He dealt with the peasants also in the same kindly spirit, giving them

> back their lands and relieving them of the tax which Harold had laid. But

he taxed them all in another way, dividing the country into marine

districts, each of which was required to supply the king, on his demand,

with a fully equipped warship. Yet as this was for the defence of the

country, the people did not look on it as oppressive. And as Norway had a

long mountainous coast, and important events were often long in becoming

known, he gave orders that the approach of an enemy should be made known

by signal fires lighted all along the coast.



Haakon made other wise laws, in which he took the advice of the ablest

men of the kingdom. But now we have to speak of the most striking event

in the new king's career. Norway at that time was a haunt of idolatry.

Men worshipped Odin and a host of other gods, and there was not a

Christian in the whole land except the king himself, who had been brought

up in the new faith by his foster-father, King Athelstan of England.



An earnest Christian, he looked with sorrow on the rude worship and

heathen belief of his people, but not until he had been many years on the

throne did he venture to interfere with it. Then, about 950, when he had

won the love of them all, he took steps to carry out his long-cherished

desire.



Sending to England for a bishop and a number of priests, the king issued

a decree in which the people were forbidden to make sacrifices to the old

gods and ordered to accept the Christian faith.



This came like a thunderbolt to the worshippers of the old gods. To bid a

whole nation to give up at a word the religion which they had cherished

from childhood and which their fathers had held for generations before

them was too much to demand. The king brought together a concourse of the

people and spoke to them of his wish and purpose, but they had no answer

to make except that the matter must be settled by their legal assembly.



When the thing, or assembly, was called into session, a great body of

the people were present, for never had so important a question been laid

before them. Earnest and imploring was the speech made by the king, in

which he warmly asked them to accept the God of the Christians and give

up their heathen idols of wood and stone.



These words were followed by an angry murmur from the multitude, and

many dark looks were bent upon the rash monarch. Then a peasant leader,

Aasbjoern of Medalhus, stepped out from the throng and spoke:



"When you, King Haakon, first called us here before you and we took you

for our king, it was with deep gladness, as if heaven had opened to us.

But was it liberty we gained, or do you wish to make thralls of us once

more, that you ask us to give up the faith of our fathers and forefathers

for the new and unknown one you offer? Sturdy men they were, and their

faith did well for them and has done well for us. We have learned to love

you well and have always kept and will always keep the laws made by you

and accepted by us. But in this thing which you now demand we cannot

follow. If you are so resolved upon it that your mind cannot be changed,

then we shall be forced to part from you and choose a new chief who will

support us in worshipping our fathers' gods. Choose, O king, what you

will do, before this assembly has dispersed."



So loud were the shouts of approval with which this speech was greeted

that not a word could be heard. Then, when quiet reigned again, Earl

Sigurd, who had spoken aside with Haakon, rose and said that the king had

no wish to lose their friendship and would yield to their wishes. This

was not enough to overcome the distrust of the peasants. They next

demanded that he should take part in the sacrifices to be given and in

the feast to follow. This he felt obliged to do, though he quieted his

conscience by making the sign of the cross.



When the next Yuletide sacrifice came Haakon was required to eat

horse-flesh at the feast and this time was forbidden to make the sign of

the cross when he drank the usual toasts to the ancient gods of Norway.

This was a humiliation that cut the proud monarch deeply and it was with

an angry soul he left, saying to his attendants that when he came back it

would be with an army to punish those who had thus insulted his faith.

Back he did not come, for new troubles were gathering around him.



To learn the source of these troubles we must return to the story of Erik

Blood-Axe and Gunhild, his wicked wife. After Erik's death that

mischief-loving woman sought Denmark with her sons, who grew up to become

brave warriors and daring viking rovers, infesting the coast of Norway

and giving its king and earls all the trouble they could. At length,

backed by Harold Bluetooth, the king of Denmark, their piratical raids

changed to open war, and they invaded Norway, hoping to win their

father's old kingdom for themselves.



A crisis came in 955. In that year the sons of Erik appeared so suddenly

with a large fleet that they took King Haakon by surprise. He had with

him only a small force, the signal fires had not been lighted, and the

enemy were close at hand before he could prepare to meet them.



"What shall we do?" he asked his men. "Shall we stay and fight, or draw

back and gather men?"



The answer came from an old peasant, Egil Woolsack:



"Often have I fought, King Haakon, with King Harold, your father. Whether

the foe was stronger or weaker the victory was always his. Never did he

ask his friends if he should run; nor need you, for we are ready to fight

and think that we have a brave chieftain for our leader."



"You speak well and wisely, Egil," said the king. "It is not my wish to

run, and with your aid I am ready to face the foe."



"Good words those!" cried Egil joyously. "It has been so long since I saw

the flash of sword that I feared I would die in my bed of old age, though

it has been my hope to fall in battle at my chieftain's back. Now will my

wish be gained."



To land came the sons of Erik, having six men to Haakon's one. Seeing how

great were the odds, old Egil tried strategy, leading ten

standard-bearers to a hidden spot in the rear of the hostile army and

leaving them there in ambush. When the armies had met and the fighting

was under way, he led these men up a sloping hill until the tops of their

standards could be seen above its summit. He had placed them far apart,

so that when the Danes saw the waving banners it looked like a long line

of new troops coming upon them. With sudden alarm and a cry of terror

they fled towards their ships.



Gamle, their leader, was quick to discover the stratagem, and called on

them to stop, that it was all a trick; but nothing could check their

panic flight, and he was swept along with them to the beach. Here a stand

was made, but Haakon rushed upon them in a furious attack in which old

Egil had his wish, for he fell in the storm of sword blows, winning the

death he craved. Victory rested on the king's banners and his foes fled

to their ships, Gamle, their leader, being drowned in the flight.



For six years after this the land lay at peace. King Haakon continued a

Christian and many of his friends joined him in the new faith. But he was

too wise and gentle to attempt again to force his belief upon his people

and the worship of the heathen gods went on. All the people, nobles and

peasants alike, loved their king dearly and he would have ended his reign

in a peaceful old age but for his foes without the kingdom. This is the

way in which the end came.



In the summer of the year 961, when Haakon had been twenty-six years on

the throne, he with many guests was at feast in the royal mansion of

Fitje, in Hoerdaland. While at table a sentinel brought in the alarming

news that a large fleet of ships was sailing up the fiord.



By the king's side sat Eyvnid, his nephew, who was a famous scald, or

bard. They rose and looked out on the fiord.



"What ships are they, of friends or of foes?" asked the king.



The scald replied in a verse, in which he sang that the sons of Erik were

coming again.



"Once more they take us unawares," said Haakon to his men. "They are many

and we are few. Never yet have we faced such odds. The danger lies before

you. Are you ready to meet it? I am loath to flee before any force, but I

leave it to the wise among you to decide."



Eyvnid sang another verse, to the effect that it would be ill counsel to

advise a man like King Haakon to flee from the sons of Gunhild the

sorceress.



"That is a man's song," cried the king, "and what you say is what I

wish."



All around him the warriors shouted their war-cry, and while they ran for

their weapons he put on his armor, seized his sword and shield, and

placed on his head a golden helmet that shone brightly in the sun. Never

had he looked more like a born king, with his noble and inspired

countenance and the bright hair streaming down from under his helmet.



The battle that followed was fierce and bloody. Harold, Gunhild's third

son, commanded the invaders, who far outnumbered Haakon's small force.

And now there was no Egil to defeat the foe by stratagem, but the battle

was hand to hand and face to face, with stroke of sword and thrust of

spear, the war-shout of the fighters and the death-wail of the fallen.



King Haakon that day showed himself a true and heroic warrior. As the

battle grew fiercer his spirit rose higher, and when Eyvnid the scald

greeted him with a warlike verse, he answered with another. But the

midsummer heat growing hard to bear, he flung off his armor and fought

with only his strong right arm for shield. The arrows had now been all

shot, the spears all hurled, and the ranks met hand to hand and sword to

sword, in desperate affray.



In the front rank stood the king, his golden helmet making him a shining

mark for the warriors of the foe.



"Your helmet makes you a target for the Danish spears," cried Eyvnid, and

he drew a hood over it to hide its gleam. Skreyja, Harold's uncle, who

was storming onward towards the king, now lost sight of him and cried

out:



"Where is the Norse king? Has he drawn back in fear? Is he of the golden

helmet a craven?"



"Keep on as you are coming, if you wish to meet the Norsemen's king,"

shouted Haakon, throwing down his shield and grasping his sword with both

hands, as he sprang out before them all. Skreyja bounded towards him and

struck a furious blow, but it was turned aside by a Norse warrior and at

the same instant Haakon's sword cleft the foeman's head down to the

shoulders.



This kingly stroke gave new spirit to the Norsemen and they rushed with

double fury upon the foe, whom the fall of their best warrior filled with

fear. Back to the beach they were pressed, many being slain, many

drowned, a few only, Harold among them, reaching the ships by swimming.



The Norsemen had won against fearful odds, but their king was in deadly

peril. In the pursuit he had been struck in the right arm by an arrow

with an oddly-shaped head, and do what they would, the flow of blood

could not be stopped. It was afterwards said that Gunhild the sorceress

had bewitched the arrow and sent it with orders to use it only against

King Haakon.



In those days it was easy to have men believe tales like that, but,

witchcraft or not, the blood still ran and the king grew weaker. As night

came death seemed at hand and one of his friends offered to take his body

to England, after his death, that he might be laid in Christian soil.



"Not so," said Haakon. "Heathen are my people and I have lived among them

like a heathen. See then that I am laid in the grave like a heathen."



Thus he died, and he was buried as he wished, while all men mourned his

death, even his foes; for before breathing his last he bade his men to

send a ship after the sons of Gunhild; asking them to come back and rule

the kingdom. He had no sons, he said, and his daughter could not take the

throne.



Thus death claimed the noblest of the Norsemen, at once heathen and

Christian, but in his life and deeds as in his death a great and good

man.



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