The Life and Death of Cormac the Skald Part 1

The Life and Death of Cormac the Skald.

by Unknown.

CHAPTER ONE. Cormac's Fore-Elders.

Harald Fairhair was king of Norway when this tale begins. There was a chief in the kingdom in those days and his name was Cormac; one of the Vik-folk by kindred, a great man of high birth. He was the mightiest of champions, and had been with King Harald in many battles.

He had a son called Ogmund, a very hopeful lad; big and st.u.r.dy even as a child; who when he was grown of age and come to his full strength, took to sea-roving in summer and served in the king's household in winter. So he earned for himself a good name and great riches.

One summer he went roving about the British Isles and there he fell in with a man named Asmund Ashenside, who also was a great champion and had worsted many vikings and men of war. These two heard tell of one another and challenges pa.s.sed between them. They came together and fought.

Asmund had the greater following, but he withheld some of his men from the battle: and so for the length of four days they fought, until many of Asmund's people were fallen, and at last he himself fled. Ogmund won the victory and came home again with wealth and wors.h.i.+p.

His father said that he could get no greater glory in war,--"And now,"

said he, "I will find thee a wife. What sayest thou to Helga, daughter of Earl Frodi?"

"So be it," said Ogmund.

Upon this they set off to Earl Frodi's house, and were welcomed with all honour. They made known their errand, and he took it kindly, although he feared that the fight with Asmund was likely to bring trouble.

Nevertheless this match was made, and then they went their ways home.

A feast was got ready for the wedding and to that feast a very great company came together.

Helga the daughter of Earl Frodi had a nurse that was a wise woman, and she went with her. Now Asmund the viking heard of this marriage, and set out to meet Ogmund. He bade him fight, and Ogmund agreed.

Helga's nurse used to touch men when they went to fight: so she did with Ogmund before he set out from home, and told him that he would not be hurt much.

Then they both went to the fighting holm and fought. The viking laid bare his side, but the sword would not bite upon it. Then Ogmund whirled about his sword swiftly and s.h.i.+fted it from hand to hand, and hewed Asmund's leg from under him: and three marks of gold he took to let him go with his life.

CHAPTER TWO. How Cormac Was Born and Bred.

About this time King Harald Fairhair died, and Eric Bloodaxe reigned in his stead. Ogmund would have no friends.h.i.+p with Eric, nor with Gunnhild, and made ready his s.h.i.+p for Iceland.

Nor Ogmund and Helga had a son called Frodi: but when the s.h.i.+p was nearly ready, Helga took a sickness and died; and so did their son Frodi.

After that, they sailed to sea. When they were near the land, Ogmund cast overboard his high-seat-pillars; and where the high-seat-pillars had already been washed ash.o.r.e, there they cast anchor, and landed in Midfiord.

At this time Skeggi of Midfiord ruled the countryside. He came riding toward them and bade them welcome into the firth, and gave them the pick of the land: which Ogmund took, and began to mark out ground for a house. Now it was a belief of theirs that as the measuring went, so would the luck go: if the measuring-wand seemed to grow less when they tried it again and again, so would that house's luck grow less: and if it grew greater, so would the luck be. This time the measure always grew less, though they tried it three times over.

So Ogmund built him a house on the sandhills, and lived there ever after. He married Dalla, the daughter of Onund the Seer, and their sons were Thorgils and Cormac. Cormac was dark-haired, with a curly lock upon his forehead: he was bright of blee and somewhat like his mother, big and strong, and his mood was rash and hasty. Thorgils was quiet and easy to deal with.

When the brothers were grown up, Ogmund died; and Dalla kept house with her sons. Thorgils worked the farm, under the eye of Midfiord-Skeggi.

CHAPTER THREE. How Cormac Fell In Love.

There was a man named Thorkel lived at Tunga (Tongue). He was a wedded man, and had a daughter called Steingerd who was fostered in Gnupsdal (Knipedale).

Now it was one autumn that a whale came ash.o.r.e at Vatnsnes (Watsness), and it belonged to the brothers, Dalla's sons. Thorgils asked Cormac would he rather go shepherding on the fell, or work at the whale. He chose to fare on the fell with the house-carles.

Tosti, the foreman, it was should be master of the sheep-gathering: so he and Cormac went together until they came to Gnupsdal. It was night: there was a great hall, and fires for men to sit at.

That evening Steingerd came out of her bower, and a maid with her. Said the maid, "Steingerd mine, let us look at the guests."

"Nay," she said, "no need": and yet went to the door, and stepped on the threshold, and spied across the gate. Now there was a s.p.a.ce between the wicker and the threshold, and her feet showed through. Cormac saw that, and made this song:--

(1) "At the door of my soul she is standing, So sweet in the gleam of her garment: Her footfall awakens a fury, A fierceness of love that I knew not, Those feet of a wench in her wimple, Their weird is my sorrow and troubling, --Or naught may my knowledge avail me-- Both now and for aye to endure."

Then Steingerd knew she was seen. She turned aside into a corner where the likeness of Hagbard was carved on the wall, and peeped under Hagbard's beard. Then the firelight shone upon her face.

"Cormac," said Tosti, "seest eyes out yonder by that head of Hagbard?"

Cormac answered in song:--

(2) "There breaks on me, burning upon me, A blaze from the cheeks of a maiden, --I laugh not to look on the vision-- In the light of the hall by the doorway.

So sweet and so slender I deem her, Though I spy bug a glimpse of an ankle By the threshold:--and through me there flashes A thrill that shall age never more."

And then he made another song:--

(3) "The moon of her brow, it is beaming 'Neath the bright-litten heaven of her forehead: So she gleams in her white robe, and gazes With a glance that is keen as the falcon's.

But the star that is s.h.i.+ning upon me What spell shall it work by its witchcraft?

Ah, that moon of her brow shall be mighty With mischief to her--and to me?"

Said Tosti, "She is fairly staring at thee!"--And he answered:--

(4) "She's a ring-bedight oak of the ale-cup, And her eyes never left me unhaunted.

The strife in my heart I could hide not, For I hold myself bound in her bondage.

O gay in her necklet, and gainer In the game that wins hearts on her chessboard,-- When she looked at me long from the doorway Where the likeness of Hagbard is carved."

Then the girls went into the hall, and sat down. He heard what they said about his looks,--the maid, that he was black and ugly, and Steingerd, that he was handsome and everyway as best could be,--"There is only one blemish," said she, "his hair is tufted on his forehead:"--and he said:--

(5) "One flaw in my features she noted --With the flame of the wave she was gleaming All white in the wane of the twilight-- And that one was no hideous blemish.

So highborn, so haughty a lady --I should have such a dame to befriend me: But she trows me uncouth for a trifle, For a tuft in the hair on my brow!"

Said the maid, "Black are his eyes, sister, and that becomes him not."

Cormac heard her, and said in verse:--

(6) "Yes, black are the eyes that I bring ye, O brave in your jewels, and dainty.

But a draggle-tail, dirty-foot slattern Would dub me ill-favoured and sallow.

Nay, many a maiden has loved me, Thou may of the glittering armlet: For I've tricks of the tongue to beguile them And turn them from handsomer lads."

At this house they spent the night. In the morning when Cormac rose up, he went to a trough and washed himself; then he went into the ladies'

bower and saw n.o.body there, but heard folk talking in the inner room, and he turned and entered. There was Steingerd, and women with her.

Said the maid to Steingerd, "There comes thy bonny man, Steingerd."