Erling the Bold Part 34
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At once Erling and Glumm ran back to their cutters, and made towards that part of the line, followed by several of the loose s.h.i.+ps. Here they found that King Hakon was very hard pressed by Sigurd of Royer, so they pushed in among the s.h.i.+ps, and soon Erling's well-known war-cry was heard, and his tall form was seen sweeping men down before him with his great axe, like a mower cutting gra.s.s. Glumm, however, did not keep close to him this time, but made direct for Hakon's s.h.i.+p, for he remembered that he was Ada's father, and thought he might do him some service.
As he was coming near he saw Sw.a.n.kie, a famous berserk, fighting furiously on board Hakon's s.h.i.+p, and roaring, as was the wont of berserkers sometimes, like a wild bull. Hakon's men had formed a s.h.i.+eld-circle round their chief, and were defending him bravely; but the berserk was an uncommonly stout man, very brisk and active, and exceedingly furious, as well as dexterous with his weapons. He slew so many men that the s.h.i.+eld-circle was broken, and he made at Hakon just as Glumm leaped into the s.h.i.+p at the stern. King Hakon was a stout man and brave, but he was getting old, and not so active as he used to be.
Nevertheless he met Sw.a.n.kie like a man, and dealt him a blow on his helmet which made him stagger. The berserk uttered a fearful roar, and struck at Hakon so fiercely that he split the upper part of his s.h.i.+eld and cut open his helmet. Hakon fell, but before he could repeat the blow Glumm was upon him.
"What! is it thou, Sw.a.n.kie?" he cried. "Dog, methought I had killed thee long ago!"
"That is yet to be done," cried the berserk, leaping upon Glumm with a sweeping blow of his sword. Glumm stooped quickly, and the blow pa.s.sed over his head; then he fetched a sudden cut at Sw.a.n.kie, and split him down from the neck to the waist, saying, "It is done now, methinks," as he drew out his sword. Glumm did not go forward, but let his men drive back the foe, while he turned and kneeled beside Hakon.
"Has the dog hurt thee badly?" he asked, raising the old warrior's head on his knee, and speaking in a voice of almost womanly tenderness.
Hakon made an effort to speak, but for some time was unable to do so, and Glumm held his s.h.i.+eld over him to keep off the stones and arrows which fell thickly around them. After a few moments Hakon wiped away the blood which flowed from a deep wound in his forehead, and looked up wildly in Glumm's face. He tried again to speak, and Glumm, misunderstanding the few words he muttered, said: "Thou art already avenged, King Hakon; Sw.a.n.kie the berserk is dead."
The dying man made another effort to speak, and was successful.
"That concerns me little, Glumm. Thou lovest Ada, I know. This ring-- take it to her, say her father's last thoughts were of her. Be a good husband, Glumm. The brooch--see."
"Which?" asked Glumm, looking at several silver brooches with which the old warrior's armour was fastened--"this one on thy breast?"
"Aye, take it--it was--her mother's."
The warrior's spirit seemed to be relieved when he had said this. He sank down into a state resembling sleep. Once or twice afterwards he opened his eyes and gazed up into the bright sky with a doubtful yet earnest and enquiring gaze. Gradually the breathing became fainter, until it ceased altogether, and Glumm saw that the old man was dead.
Fastening the brooch on his own broad chest, and putting the ring on his finger, Glumm rose, seized his sword, and rushed again into the thick of the fight with tenfold more fury than he had yet displayed, and ere long the danger that threatened the left wing was for the time averted.
Meanwhile in the centre there was an equally uncertain and obstinate conflict--for the chiefs on either side were mighty men of valour.
Wherever Old Guttorm's voice was heard, there victory inclined. Haldor, on the other hand, did not shout, but he laid about him with such wild ferocity that many men quailed at the very sight of him, and wherever he went he was victorious. It was some time before he managed to get alongside of King Harald Fairhair's s.h.i.+p, but when he did so the fight became sharp in the extreme.
All the men in King Harald's s.h.i.+p, except the berserks, were clad in coats of ring mail, and wore foreign helmets, and most of them had white s.h.i.+elds. Besides, as has been said, each man was celebrated for personal strength and daring, so that none of those who were opposed to them could make head against them. The arrows and spears fell harmless from their s.h.i.+elds, casques, and coats of mail, and it was only now and then--as when a shaft happened to enter a man's eye--that any fell.
When Haldor's forecastle men attacked the berserkers on the high fore deck of the Dragon, the fighting was terrible, for the berserkers all roared aloud and fought with the wild fury of madmen, and so fierce was their onslaught that Haldor's men were forced at first to give back.
But Th.o.r.er the Thick guarded himself warily, and being well armed escaped injury for a time. When he saw the berserkers beginning to flag, he leaped forward like a lion, and hewed them down right and left, so that his men drove the enemy back into the Dragon. Some of them slipped on the gun-wales, and so did some of Haldor's men, all of whom fell into the sea, and a few of them were drowned, while others were killed, but one or two escaped by swimming.
Ulf's s.h.i.+p was also pretty close to the Dragon, and he wished greatly to board it, but was so hard beset by the s.h.i.+p of Nicolas Skialdvarsson that he could not do so for a long time. Here Kettle Flatnose did prodigies of valour. He stood on the high fore-deck with his favourite weapon, the hook, and therewith pulled a great number of men off the enemy's deck into the sea. At last he got a footing on their gunwale, dropped his hook, drew his sword, and soon cleared his way aft. Ulf leaped after him, drove the men into the waist, and then the most of them were slain, and lay in heaps one upon another. After that it was not difficult to clear the p.o.o.p. Skialdvarsson defended it well, but he could not stand before Ulf, who finally cut off his head, and so the s.h.i.+p was won.
This vessel lay alongside that of King Harald; and although the King was fully engaged with Haldor at the time, he observed the conquest of Skialdvarsson by Ulf, and also perceived that Ulf's men were crowding the side of the vessel, and throwing grappling-irons into his own s.h.i.+p with a view to board it; for there was a s.p.a.ce between the s.h.i.+ps a little too wide for men to leap. Springing to the side, the King cut the grappling-irons with a sweep of his sword.
"That was well tried," he said.
"It shall be tried again," cried Ulf, heaving another iron, which nearly struck the King, but Harald's sword flashed through the air, and again the iron was cut.
At that moment Kettle Flatnose stepped back a few paces, and with a mighty rush leaped right over the s.p.a.ce in all his war gear, and alighted on the Dragon's deck within a yard of the King. It was a tremendous leap, and so nearly beyond the compa.s.s of Kettle's powers that he was scarcely able to retain his foothold, but stood for a moment on the edge of the vessel with s.h.i.+eld and sword upheaved, as he staggered to regain his balance. Thus exposed, he might have easily been slain; but the King, instead of using his sword, stepped forward, and with his left hand pushed the Irishman overboard. The cheer which greeted his daring leap had scarcely ceased to ring when he fell heavily into the sea.
"A goodly man, and a bold attempt," said the King, with a smile, as he turned to Jarl Rongvold. "'Twould have been a pity to slay him outright. If he can swim he may yet live to fight another battle."
"True, sire," replied the jarl, who was looking over the side at the place where Kettle fell; "but methinks he has struck his head on an oar, and will never succeed in swimming towards a friendly hand."
This indeed seemed to be true; for Kettle lay with his arm over an oar, and his head hanging down in the water, like a dead man. Yet there was life in him, for his fingers moved. Ulf had witnessed all this, and was on the point of attempting to leap across to Harald's s.h.i.+p when Kettle fell. He paused, and, seeing that his comrade was apparently being drowned, at once dropped sword and s.h.i.+eld, and sprang into the sea after him.
At that moment a number of the King's boldest and best armed men observed that the two s.h.i.+ps had drawn a little nearer to each other. In a moment they leaped across the intervening s.p.a.ce, took their opponents by surprise, and quickly regained the s.h.i.+p.
While this had been going on at the p.o.o.p, the fight on the forecastle had raged with extreme fury, for Haldor the Fierce had gained a footing on the Dragon's deck, and was engaged in mortal combat with Hake the berserk, whom he was slowly but surely driving back. His son Erling the Bold, who observed what was going on, had run his cutter along the stern of his father's s.h.i.+p, and was hastening to his aid, when King Harald became aware that his men were giving way, and rushed to their support.
He went forward raging with anger, and as he ran he picked up a huge stone, which he hurled before him. Haldor was at the moment in the act of fetching a deadly cut at Hake, whom he had disarmed. The stone struck him full in the chest, and he fell backward just as Erling reached his side.
A great cheer arose at this time on the right; for there the wing of the Southland men was broken, and everywhere King Harald's men were victorious.
"Hold thou them in check, Glumm," cried Erling to his friend, as he quickly raised his father in his arms and bore him away to his cutter.
Glumm, who had followed his friend like his shadow, sprang forward and engaged Hake, who had recovered his sword, and who found this new enemy little, if at all, less formidable than the other.
Erling placed his father carefully in the cutter.
"Here, Th.o.r.er," he said, "do thou guard my father, and hold thyself and the carles in readiness to push off. The day is lost, I see. I go to slay the King, and will return presently."
He leaped away as he spoke, and regained the foredeck of the Dragon, where Glumm and his men were still engaged with the berserkers, just as the King came to the front. The instant he saw Erling he leaped upon him with a fierce shout, and shook back his s.h.a.ggy flaxen locks as a lion might shake his mane. Erling was not a whit behind him in anxiety to meet. He sprang upon him with a cras.h.i.+ng blow of his great pole-axe, which rang loudly on the King's s.h.i.+eld, but did him no hurt. They were a well-matched pair. Harald was fully as stout, though not quite so tall as his opponent, whose fine silky hair was almost as bushy as that of the King, though neither so long nor so tangled.
Men drew back and stood aside when they heard the shock and shout of their onset, and suspended the fight around them, while they gazed on in silent awe. For a time it seemed doubtful which was the better man; for the King's blade whirled incessantly around his head like flas.h.i.+ng light, and rang on Erling's s.h.i.+eld, which was ever upraised to meet it.
At the same time the axe of our hero, if not so swift in its gyrations, was more tremendous in its action; more than once the King was seen to stagger beneath its thundering blows, and once he was beaten down on one knee. How long this might have lasted it is impossible to tell; but, seeing that the King was likely to get the worst of it, one of his men crept round by the outside of the s.h.i.+p, and coming suddenly up behind Erling, put out his hand and caught him by the leg, causing him to stagger backwards, so that he fell overboard. In falling our hero caught the man by the throat, and both fell into the sea together.
It was seen that Erling dived with his foe and dragged him down as if to force him to perish along with him, and everyone looked for a few moments at the water, expecting to see them rise. Glumm gazed among the rest; and he had leaped down into Haldor's s.h.i.+p to be ready to lend a hand. But Erling did not rise again. Seeing this, Glumm sprang up with sudden fury and dashed at the enemy, but by this time they had recovered from their surprise, and now poured into the s.h.i.+p in such overwhelming numbers that the men were driven back and slain, or they leaped overboard and trusted to escape by swimming.
Meanwhile Erling the Bold having choked off his antagonist, dived under his father's s.h.i.+p and came up at the stern of his own cutter, into which he speedily clambered by means of a rope which hung over the side. He found that his father was seated on the p.o.o.p with his head resting on the gunwale, recovering consciousness slowly, and Th.o.r.er was engaged in the difficult task of preventing the men from leaving the vessel to succour their comrades.
"Keep back, men," cried Erling in a voice which none dared to disobey.
"Stay where ye are and get out the oars.--Come, Th.o.r.er, follow me with a stout man, and keep them back while I rescue Glumm."
He jumped into Haldor's s.h.i.+p, and ran to the fore part of the p.o.o.p, where Glumm was fighting against overwhelming odds, with the blind desperation of a man who has resolved to sell his life as dearly as he can. Th.o.r.er and a tall stout man followed him, and instantly a.s.sailed King Harald's men with such fury that they gave back a little. At the same moment Erling seized Glumm by the neck; almost strangled him; dragged him violently to the stern, and half sprang, half tumbled with him into the cutter, where, despite his frantic struggles to rise, he held him down.
"Now, my brisk lads," shouted Erling, who was gasping by this time, "come back and jump in! Push off an ell or so. Steady!"
Th.o.r.er and the other man heard the shout, and, turning at once, ran to the stern and leaped into the cutter, which was instantly thrust off, so that one or two of their opponents who ventured to jump after them were left floundering in the sea.
By this time King Harald's victory was complete. Both wings had been beaten for some time, and now the centre had given way--only one or two of the more desperate leaders were still keeping up the fight.
As Erling rowed towards the sh.o.r.e he could see that all the loose vessels of the fleet were flying up the fiord, pursued by a few of the loose vessels of the enemy. But the greater part of both fleets being tied together, could take no part in the chase until they were cut asunder.
"The day is lost, father," said Erling, as he stood by the steering oar.
"I know it, my son," replied Haldor, who was now able to sit up and look about him; "Norway is henceforth enthralled."
He said this in a tone of such deep sadness that Erling forbore to continue the subject.
"They are cutting asunder the fleet," observed Glumm, who had recovered self-possession, and stood looking back at the scene of the recent conflict; "surely some of them are trying to escape."
As he spoke, one of the large vessels shot out from among the others, and rowed rapidly away. There was desperate fighting on board of it for a few minutes, and then a number of men were pushed or thrown overboard, and a loud cheer of victory arose.
"Well done, Solve Klofe!" cried Erling with enthusiasm. "That is his shout. I should know it among a thousand. He at least is bent on being free!"
Several of Harald's s.h.i.+ps, which had been also cut loose, immediately gave chase, but Solve's men pulled so well that they soon left them behind, and hoisting their sail to a light breeze which was blowing just off the mouth of the fiord, soon doubled the point and bore away to the south.
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