THE KING AND THE TOWEL.
Next morning Wulf was instructed in his part. He had become firmly
attached to the young Jarl, and was eager for the business; he and
Biorn had proved wise advisors on many occasions.
In the afternoon Sigurd and Alfred went hunting with King Svein, and
the party did not return till long after nightfall. When they
reached the castle they found the courtyard ablaze with torches.
"What is this? What means this commotion?" roared the King,
dismounting hastily and striding forward.
Ulf, the gray-headed old seneschal, met him. "The Lady Astrid of
Vendland has disappeared, my lord, and we can find no trace of her in
all the castle and town!"
For a moment the King's rage was terrible, and he turned on Sigurd,
his face working in fury.
"This is your doing, Jarl! You have accepted my hospitality,
traitor, and--"
"You forget yourself, my lord," interrupted Sigurd calmly. "I have
been with you all day, and could have known nothing of this matter.
I do not blame the girl greatly, yet you can account for my actions."
"True," replied Svein, his anger cooling under Sigurd's reply, "I beg
your pardon, Jarl, for my haste. Will you allow my men to search
your ships? It may be that the girl has fled on board one of them,
seeking shelter with the Lady Sigrid."
"Willingly, King," answered Sigurd, Alfred joining with him.
The King at once sent men in all directions, mounted and on foot; but
when Sigurd retired for the night nothing had been found of Astrid.
In the morning Sigurd took leave of King Svein, who, preoccupied with
the flight of Astrid, offered no hindrance to his departure,
presenting him with many gifts, indeed, which Sigurd returned in kind.
His departure was the occasion for a much more sincere and
affectionate farewell between himself and the young Saxons. Alfred
and Sigrid stood on the deck of the "Crane" till the last moment, and
their eyes were moist as they said good-by.
"Be sure to visit us in England next year," were Alfred's parting
words. "We will look for you in the summer at Lincoln!"
Sigurd promised to come if possible, and so the three friends parted.
As the "Crane" sailed from the harbor Sigurd's last view was of
Sigrid, standing on the forecastle of the "Snake" and waving her
scarf in farewell.
"Where are we to pick up Wulf and Astrid?" Sigurd asked Biorn, after
they had left the land behind.
"About twenty miles north, Jarl. I sent a man with him who knew of a
small river mouth where they can lie hid without danger."
Shortly after noon Biorn, taking the helm, steered the "Crane"
carefully in to the land, skirting along the shore, and in half an
hour the cutter darted out as they passed.
"Hurrah!" shouted Sigurd, as Astrid climbed up the side. "You have
done well, indeed, Wulf! King Svein was completely at sea as to
where his ward had gone!"
"And now for King Olaf!" cried Astrid merrily, as Wulf carried
Sigrid's chest into the cabin and she disappeared.
It was many days before they saw the King, however, for Moster was
far up the Norwegian coast. They made the high cliffs of Agdir
first, and sailed north along the coast; on the way they passed by
Hiorunga Bay, but did not enter, for the place recalled sad thoughts
to Sigurd's mind.
"Have you seen Vagn?" he asked Astrid, as they watched the Herey
Islands speed by.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "How could we have forgotten to speak of
him before! He came to see me last spring--and just think, Sigurd!
He is married!"
Sigurd gave an exclamation of surprise, and Astrid continued.
"Yes, he married a girl in Norway, and brought her back to Denmark.
He would have nothing to do with Jarl Sigvald on his return, calling
him a coward and a traitor, and the Jarl is remaining close in
Jomsborg. Vagn himself is in the south of Denmark, where his father
owned some castles."
Sigurd was surprised to hear that his cousin was married, and he
firmly resolved to visit him as soon as the result of Olaf's
expedition was decided. The next morning they arrived at Moster, and
before the fishing village found the four ships of Olaf, which had
arrived a few days previously.
Olaf welcomed Astrid back with much merriment. "You seem to come
back to your friend Oli," he laughed, "and this time Oli is not going
to let you go away so soon!"
Sigurd told him the story of Astrid's flight, and the King commended
his Jarl for acting so wisely. "If Svein had come on us now,
Fairhair, it would have been all over with us; as it is, you did
right in getting the maid away without trouble, and I am heartily
glad that you did so."
Olaf stopped at Moster for two days, and as he had first landed in
Norway there, he marked out a space on the ground, gave Thangbrand
plenty of money and materials, and left him there to build the first
church in the country.
After this Olaf sailed north day and night as the wind favored him,
following the land, but keeping to the open sea, outside the islands
which were strewn thickly along the coast. When the wind was
contrary he anchored at the islands farthest out to sea, and did not
touch the mainland, for fear that Jarl Hakon would receive news of
his coming. At last, just at evening, they reached Agdaness, at the
entrance to the Firth of Thrandheim.
After the ships were anchored and the awnings raised, King Olaf
visited the "Crane."
"Now, Sigurd," said he, "I wish your advice. Thorir Klakke is on
board my ship, and you know how his plans were revealed to me by my
brothers, whom he attempted to bribe. Well, Jarl Hakon's men are
hidden in the forest yonder, and are doubtless awaiting us; Thorir is
to take me ashore alone, as if to arrange some plan of action, and
there I am to be killed. Now, what would you suggest doing?"
Thinking it over, Sigurd replied, "It seems to me, Olaf, as that it
would be fitting to let the traitor fall into his own trap. Put a
score of men ashore to-night, let them hide near by, and when Hakon's
men appear let our men charge them and put them to flight, after
which Thorir should be executed."
"That is a right good scheme." answered the King. "I do not want to
take life, God knows, yet such criminals must be punished; and the
most fitting punishment for this man is death. So be it."
Early the next morning Sigurd, watching from the "Crane," saw Thorir
and the King go ashore alone. They walked along the shore, then
Thorir held up his glove, as if signaling. The next minute a number
of men broke from the trees, but as they did so, more men rose up
from among the bowlders on the shore and put them to flight. Two of
these latter fell on Thorir, while the King watched, and the
unfortunate man expiated his treachery with his life.
After this, Olaf, walking down to the water, shouted to Sigurd to
come ashore, which the young Jarl did.
"Come, Fairhair, let us walk up and see if we can find a farm, where
we can learn tidings of Jarl Hakon. If he is in Thrandheim we must
fall upon him to-day or to-morrow at latest, for these men will bear
the news of our coming."
They walked up the hill, leaving their men behind, and presently came
to a little farmhouse, with a pasture behind it where some cows were
grazing. Walking up to the door, they saw an old woman inside, and
Olaf addressed her.
"Good dame, may we have a drink of fresh milk? We are two travelers,
and will pay for what we take."
"Welcome, friends!" replied the woman. "Enter and I will get some
milk and bread."
While she was away, Olaf and Sigurd washed their hands at the well
beside the house, and entering again, the King took up a towel that
was lying on the table, and dried his hands on it. At that moment
the woman returned, and snatched the towel from his hand.
"It is easy to see that you have not been brought up very well, and
have been taught little good," she cried angrily. "Know you not that
it is wasteful to wet all the towel at once?"
Olaf responded, soberly, "Well, well, mayhap I shall still rise in
the world so high that I may dry my hands in the middle of the
towel!" Sigurd was bursting with laughter, and at this reply he could
hold in no longer, and the woman looked furiously at him.
They drank their milk, and the coin that Olaf handed the woman
somewhat appeased her. "Tell me," he asked, "do you know where Jarl
Hakon is?"
"Last night he was in hiding, my son told me."
"In hiding! What mean you?" exclaimed the King.
"Why, whence come you that you know not? Within the last few months
Hakon has become so cruel and tyrannical that there is no living with
him; two days ago his exactions in Gauladale caused the bonders to
rise against him, under Orm Lugg. They separated the Jarl from his
ships and drove him into the forest, no one knows where. My son told
me last night, ere he crossed the Firth to join the bonders, that
they were going to look for him at the home of Thora of Rimul, a
great lady who is a relative of the Jarls."
"Well, well!" said the King, as they hastily returned to the ships.
"Think you not that heaven is with me, Fairhair? Here I come to
Norway at the very moment when Hakon has goaded the bonders to rise
in revolt; I find him cut off from his men and ships, driven a
fugitive into the forests, mayhap slain by this time! Come, let us
make all haste to cross the Firth and arrive at Gauladale."
So, hastily shouting out the news to the other ships as they went on
board, the prows were turned across the Firth of Thrandheim, toward
the district of Gauladale.