Turning his eyes inside his tent again, Solve gazed with the expressionless aspect of a still drowsy man upon the countenance of Kettle, whose flat nose and open mouth gave vent to tones resembling those of a ba.s.soon. Beside him, and nestling close to him, lay the youthful Alric, with his curly head resting on Kettle"s broad bosom; for the lad, albeit manly enough when awake, had sufficient of the child still about him to induce a tendency on his part, when asleep, to make use of any willing friend as a pillow. Th.o.r.er the Thick was also there, with his head on his arm, his body sprawling indescribably, his shield above him like a literal coverlet, and his right hand on his sword-hilt.
"Ho!" exclaimed Solve, in a tone that marvellously resembled the tones of modern men in similar circ.u.mstances.
Kettle and Th.o.r.er, however, sprang up to a sitting posture with very primitive alacrity, for in those days a man"s life often depended on his being and keeping very wide-awake.
Poor Alric was tumbled somewhat unceremoniously to one side, but that failed to awaken him, for he was not yet sufficiently trained to sleep in the midst of alarms, and felt very naturally inclined to growl and bite when shaken or told to "get up!"
In a few minutes, however, his lethargy was overcome; the men were aroused; the tents were struck; the longship was pushed off, and, under the influence of thirty pair of oars, it crept like a monstrous insect away over the sea.
Those who had not to work at the oars sat at first quietly on the thwarts, or leaned over the gunwale gazing into the deep, or up at the sky, enjoying the warm air and their own fancies. But after a time talkative spirits began to loose their tongues, and ere long a murmur of quiet conversation pervaded the ship.
"I wonder what news we shall hear at the stede when we arrive?" said Th.o.r.er to Kettle, who with several others sat on the p.o.o.p beside Solve.
"I hope it won"t be bad news," answered Kettle. "Harald is not the man to sleep through the summer when there is work to be done. If it wasn"t that I expect to give him the tooth-ache before I go, surely I should have been in Ireland long ago."
"Whom didst thou serve under, Kettle, before we brought thee to Norway?"
asked Alric.
"Under the King of Dublin," replied Kettle.
"Was he a great king?"
"A great king? Aye, never was there a greater; and a great king he is yet, if he"s alive, though I have my own fears on that point, for he was taking badly to ale when I left."
There was something pathetic yet humorous in the tone and expression with which Kettle said this which caused Alric to laugh. The Irishman started, and for an instant his huge countenance blazed with a look of wrath which was quite majestic, and overawed the boy, bold though he was. But it pa.s.sed away in a moment, and was replaced by a sorrowful look as Kettle shook his head and said--
"Ah! boy, your laugh reminded me of the laugh of the villain Haabrok who took the old king"s throne at the time I was carried off, bound hand and foot. Lucky was it for him that my hands were not free then.--Well, well, this sounds like bragging," he added with a smile, "which is only fit for boys and cowards."
Alric winced a little at this, for he was quite aware of his own tendency to boast, and for a moment he felt a strong inclination to stand up for "boys", and a.s.sert, that although boasting was common enough with cowardly boys, it was not so with all boys; but on consideration he thought it best to hold his tongue, on that point, at least until he should have freed himself of the evil of boasting. To change the subject he said--
"Was the old king fond of thee, Kettle?"
"Aye, as fond of me as of his own son."
"Was he like my father?" pursued the boy.
"No; there are not many men like thy father, lad; but he was a stout and brave old man, and a great warrior in his day. Now I think of it, he was very like Guttorm Stoutheart."
"Then he was a handsome man," said Solve Klofe with emphasis.
"He was," continued Kettle, "but not quite so desperate. Old Guttorm is the most reckless man I ever did see. Did I ever tell ye of the adventure I had with him when we went on viking cruise south to Valland?"
"No," said Solve; "let us hear about it; but stay till I change the oarsmen."
He went forward and gave the order to relieve the men who had rowed from the land, and when the fresh men were on the benches he returned and bade Kettle go on.
""Tis a fine country," said the Irishman, glancing round him with a glowing eye, and speaking in a low tone, as if to himself--"one to be proud of."
And in truth there was ground for his remark, for the mists had by that time entirely cleared away, leaving unveiled a sea so calm and bright that the innumerable islets off the coast appeared as if floating in air.
"That is true," said Th.o.r.er. "I sometimes wonder, Kettle, at thy longing to return to Ireland. I am in the same case with thyself--was taken from my home in Jemteland, laboured as a thrall, wrought out my freedom, and remained in Haldor"s service, but have never wished to return home."
"Didst thou leave a wife and children behind thee?" asked Kettle.
"Nay; I was carried away while very young."
"Is thy father alive, or thy mother?"
"No, they are both dead."
"Then I wonder not that ye have no desire to return home. My father and mother are both alive--at least I have good reason to believe so--my wife and children are waiting for me. Canst wonder, man, that I long to behold once more the green hills of Ireland?"
"Nay, if that be so, I wonder not," replied Th.o.r.er.
"Come, Kettle, thou forgettest that we wait for the story about old Guttorm Stoutheart," said Solve Klofe, arranging the corner of a sail so as to protect his back from the sun.
""Tis an old story now in Horlingdal," said Kettle; "but as thou hast not been in this quarter for a long time, no doubt it is new to thee.
Th.o.r.er there knows it well; but I find that it bears telling more than once. Well, it was, as I have said, two years past that Guttorm went south to Valland on viking cruise. He called at Horlingdal in pa.s.sing, and got some of the dalesmen. Among others, I was allowed to go. He and I got on very well together, and we were fortunate in getting much booty. One day we came to a part of the coast where we saw a strong castle of stone on the top of a hill a short way inland. We also saw plenty of cattle on a plain near the sea, so Guttorm ordered his longship to be steered for the sh.o.r.e, and we began to drive some of the cattle down to the beach, intending to slaughter them there, as our provisions were getting low. On seeing this, a party of men came out from the castle and bade us begone. We told them to be easy in their minds, for we only wanted a little food. We even went so far as to ask it of them civilly, but the men were such surly fellows that they refused to listen to reason, and attacked us at once. Of course we drove them back into their castle, but in doing so we lost one or two of our best men. This angered old Guttorm, who is not a quarrelsome man, as ye know. He would have gone away peaceably enough if he had been let alone to help himself to a few beasts; but his blood was set up by that time, so he ordered all the men on sh.o.r.e, and we pitched our tents and besieged the castle. Being made of stone, there was no chance of setting it on fire, and as the walls were uncommonly high, it was not possible to take it by a.s.sault. Well, we sat down before it, and for two days tried everything we could think of to take it, but failed, for there were plenty of men in it, and they defended the walls stoutly.
Besides this, to say the truth, we had already lost a number of good men on the cruise and could ill afford to lose more.
"On the third day some of our chief men advised Guttorm to give it up, but that made him so furious that no one dared speak to him about it for another two days. At the end of that time his nephew plucked up heart, and going to him, said--
"`Uncle, do you see the little birds that fly back and forward over the castle walls so freely, and build their nests in the thatch of the housetops?"
"`I do, nephew," says Guttorm. `What then?"
"`My advice is," says the nephew, `that you should order the men to make each a pair of wings like those the birds have, and then we shall all fly over the walls, for it seems to me that there is no other way of getting into the castle."
"`Thou art a droll knave," replies Guttorm, for he was ever fond of a joke; `but thou art wise also, therefore I advise thee to make a pattern pair of wings for the men; and when they are ready--"
"Here Guttorm stopped short, and fell to thinking; and he thought so long that his nephew asked him at last if he had any further commands for him.
"`Yes, boy, I have. There is more in this matter of the wings than thou dreamest of. Go quickly and order the men to make snares, and catch as many of these little birds as they can before sunset. Let them be careful not to hurt the birds, and send Kettle Flatnose and my house-carle hither without delay."
"When I came to the old man I found him walking to and fro briskly, with an expression of eagerness in his eye.
"`Kettle," he said smartly, `go and prepare two hundred pieces of cord, each about one foot long, and to the end of each piece tie a small chip of wood as long as the first joint of thy thumb, and about the size of a goose quill. Smear these pieces of wood over with pitch, and have the whole in my tent within three hours."
"As I walked away to obey this order, wondering what it could all be about, I heard him tell his chief house-carle to have all the men armed and ready for action a little after sunset, as quietly as possible.
"Before the three hours were out, I returned to the tent with the two hundred pieces of cord prepared according to orders, and found old Guttorm sitting with a great sack before him, and a look of perplexity on his face that almost made me laugh. He was half-inclined to laugh too, for the sack moved about in a strange way, as if it were alive!
"`Kettle," said he, when I came forward, `I need thy help here. I have got some three hundred little birds in that sack, and I don"t know how to keep them in order, for they are fluttering about and killing themselves right and left, so that I shall soon have none left alive for my purpose. My thought is to tie one of these cords to a leg of each bird, set the bit of stick on fire and let it go, so that when it flies to its nest in the thatch it will set the houses in the castle on fire.
Now, what is thy advice?"
"`Call as many of the men into the tent as it will hold, and let each catch a bird, and keep it till the cords are made fast; says I."
"This was done at once, but we had more trouble than we expected, for when the mouth of the sack was opened, out flew a dozen of the birds before we could close it! The curtain of the tent was down, however, so, after a good deal of hunting, we caught them again. When the cords were tied to these the men were sent out of the tent, each with a little bird in his hand, and with orders to go to his particular post and remain there till further orders. Then another batch of men came in, and they were supplied with birds and cords like the others; but ye have no notion what trouble we had. I have seen a hundred viking prisoners caught and held fast with half the difficulty and less noise! Moreover, while some of the men squeezed the birds to death in their fear lest they should escape, others let theirs go in their anxiety not to hurt them, and the little things flew back to their nests with the cords and bits of chip trailing after them. At last, however, all was ready. The men were kept in hiding till after dark; then the little chips were set on fire all at the same time, and the birds were let go. It was like a shower of stars descending on the castle, for each bird made straight for its own nest; but just as we were expecting to behold the success of our plan, up jumped a line of men on the castle walls, and by shouting and swinging their arms scared the birds away. We guessed at once that the little birds which had escaped too soon with the strings tied to their legs had been noticed, and the trick suspected, for the men in the castle were well prepared. A few of the birds flew over their heads, and managed to reach the roofs, which caught fire at once; but wherever this happened, a dozen men ran at the place and beat the fire out. The thing was wisely contrived, but it was cleverly met and repelled, so we had only our trouble and the disappointment for our pains.