Sigurd smiled.
"I have pa.s.sed the four-footed wolves," he said; "I fear not the two- footed."
"Nay, but," said the peasant, "they are not to be despised. Ever since Sigurd was banished many of his soldiers have deserted the king, and now live the robber"s life in these woods. Stay here, my lord, till a band of us will be going to Jockjen together."
But Sigurd smiled scornfully, and, thanking the man, started forward, fearing nothing save arriving too late at Niflheim.
Yet the woodman"s warning was not lost upon him, for he walked with his drawn sword in his hand, keeping both his eyes and ears open as he went.
All that day he pressed onward, and towards evening came to a lonely part of the wood, where the trees for a short s.p.a.ce all round closed thickly overhead and shut out the light. He had pa.s.sed through this spot, and was once more emerging into the open, when three men suddenly sprang out of the thicket and faced him.
Two of them were in the garb of common peasants, and carried, the one a club, the other a knife. Sigurd guessed them at once to be two of the robbers of whom the woodman had warned him. Their companion was a powerful man in the dress of a soldier, and carried a sword. In him, though he knew not the man, Sigurd recognised a soldier of the army of the king, who, as he might guess, had deserted his lawful calling for the life of a bandit.
The party was plainly unprepared to meet a knight fully armed. They had expected rather to find some defenceless merchant, or even woodman, whom they might easily overcome and as easily rob.
They fell back an instant before the n.o.ble form of Sigurd, but the next, true to their calling, rushed upon him, shouting to him to surrender and yield up whatever of value he might possess on his person.
Sigurd wasted not a word in replying to this insolent challenge, but defended himself against the sudden a.s.sault. At the first onslaught the two bandits were foremost, who thought to bear him down by sheer weight.
But Sigurd, stepping back a pace, caught the knife of the one on his shield, while with his own sword he ran his comrade through the body.
So quickly was it done, that the soldier, advancing wildly to the attack, stumbled and fell over the body of the prostrate man; and before he could rise again to his feet, a second thrust from Sigurd"s sword had laid low the other bandit beside his comrade.
The soldier, therefore, was the only adversary that remained, and of him Sigurd thought to make short work; but in this he judged wrongly, for this robber proved to be a man of extraordinary strength and agility, while Sigurd himself was faint and jaded with his long and painful march.
For an hour that afternoon the woods resounded with the clash of swords.
The two men spoke not a word, but fought with teeth set and lips closed. Once and again, by common consent, they halted, leaning on their swords for breath, but as often closed again more furiously than ever. It surprised Sigurd to find an adversary so resolute and dextrous. At another time it might have pleased him, for he loved courage even in an adversary; but now, when every hour lost meant peril to Ulf, his bosom swelled with wrath and disappointment. By force of superior weight he drove his adversary back inch by inch, till at the end of an hour the two stood some yards distant from the spot where the fight began.
Yet, though falling back, the soldier kept a bold guard, and while not inflicting any wound on his enemy, was able to ward off all blows aimed at himself.
At length, when for a moment Sigurd seemed to flag in the combat, the man gathered himself together for one mighty stroke at the hero"s head.
It fell like a thunderbolt but Sigurd saw it in time and caught it on his uplifted sword, and with such force that the soldier"s weapon broke in two, and he himself, overbalanced by the shock, fell backwards to the ground.
Then Sigurd, with a glance of triumph, planted his foot on the body of his prostrate foe, and prepared to avenge the delay of that hour"s combat.
The man neither struggled nor called for mercy, but looked boldly up in his victor"s face and awaited death with a smile.
The sword of Sigurd did not descend. Some pa.s.sing memory, perchance, or some soft voice breathing mercy, held it back. He drew back his foot, and sheathing his weapon, said--
"Keep thy life, and return and serve the king thy master."
The man lay for a moment as one bewildered, then springing to his feet, and casting from him his broken sword, he knelt and cried--
"Oh, merciful knight, to thee I owe my life, and it is thee I will serve to the world"s end!"
"Peace!" said Sigurd, sternly; "this is no time for parley. I must be in Jockjen this night. Follow me if thou wilt thus far."
And with that he began to stride once more forward with rapid steps, followed closely by his late adversary.
Sigurd uttered not a word, but walked with sword drawn as before, fearing nothing save to arrive too late at Niflheim.
Once, as they neared Jockjen, two other robbers rushed out from the woods as if to attack him, but when they perceived the stalwart champion who followed hasten forward and place himself beside the traveller, they refrained, and departed suddenly the way they came.
And now they were come at last to Jockjen. But when Sigurd made as though he would enter the town, his follower hastened to overtake him, and said--
"My knight, avoid this town, for Ulf, the king, is here, and has commanded that no stranger enter it."
"Is Ulf here?" inquired Sigurd. "They told me he was at Niflheim."
The man looked strangely at him.
"My lord," said he, "you know what only a few know. Ulf is to be at Niflheim."
"When?" demanded Sigurd.
"This night," said the man.
Sigurd answered nothing, but walked on quickly. The man, seeing that he was determined to enter the town, followed cautiously and at a distance, waiting to see what might happen.
It was evening as Sigurd entered Jockjen. The little town, overshadowed by its grim fortress, was astir with unwonted bustle. For the king"s marriage on the morrow had brought together many of the country people, who, though they loved not Ulf, loved a pageant, and a holiday to see it in. And besides them many soldiers were there who talked mysteriously at street corners, and seemed to have other business than merry-making on hand.
Sigurd pa.s.sed unheeded through the streets, keeping his face hid in his cloak, and avoiding all points where the crowd seemed large or curious.
He was hastening thus stealthily down a by-street which led towards Niflheim, when he suddenly became aware of a small group of men before him, under the shadow of a high wall, in eager talk.
He halted, for, by their eager gestures and cautious looks, he judged them to be desperate men, whom it would be well for him to avoid rather then meet. Withdrawing quickly into a deeper shade, he waited with impatience till their conference should be over.
As he waited he heard them speak.
"By this time," said one, "he should have learned what is in store."
"Doubtless," said another. "Yet I am glad it was no earlier, for it will all be over before he can prevent it."
"Ulf once dead," said the first, "Sigurd cannot help being the king, however much he may dislike it."
"Nay, he dislikes not being king, but he is so foolishly tender about his brother."
The other laughed.
"There are others, I trust, will not be foolishly tender with his brother this night. At what hour is the deed to be done?"
"By midnight."
At this Sigurd, who had heard it all, could not refrain from starting where he stood.
The men heard him in an instant, and finding themselves thus discovered, rushed with one accord on the hero.
Before Sigurd could draw his sword or offer any resistance he was overpowered and held fast by his a.s.sailants who, for fear he should cry aloud and alarm the town, threw a cloak over his head and led him off quickly to the castle.
Here, when the guards came out and inquired what it all meant, "This man," they said, "we know to be an enemy of the king"s, who has come disguised to this town to do him some harm; keep him fast till the morning."