THE STORM IN THE MIDDLE SEA.
Wide but not high was the space which was inclosed under the fore
deck of the trireme _The Sword_. Beneath its floor was much room for
stowage. The other decks, also, had under them good cabins, suited to
many purposes. The decking amidships, whereon tier above tier were
made the seats and standing places of the rowers, had openings covered
by hatches. Down through these, by ladders, might be entered a great
hollow, and this was for cargo and for sleeping room. Very different
was all this from the planning of any vessels which hitherto had been
builded in the Northland. In the cabins under the fore deck were bunks
for sailors and soldiers, but all the garnishing was plain. Here, also,
there were stores of weapons, with boxes and bales of merchandise. The
cabins under the after deck were divided and garnished for the uses of
officers and men of rank who might at any time be on board.
It was not long after the sinking of the quinquereme that the jarl and
the Jew, Ben Ezra, stood face to face in a small room under the fore
deck. Steadily looked Ulric into the face of the Jew.
"He is old, but he is not aged," was his thought concerning this man.
"He is tall and broad and strong and heavily bearded. His face proveth
for him high intelligence, but it hath deep marks which one may read.
I think him a subtle man and a keeper of secrets. He is a man of rank
among his own people, for common men are not as he is. I am glad of
him."
"O jarl of the Saxons," said Ben Ezra, "I have blessed thee in my
soul, by Jehovah my God, that thou hast utterly smitten to death these
Romans. Thou didst wisely not to spare any, as they would not have
spared thee or thine. Thou mayest be sure that if so much as one of
them were on board thy ship, he were a danger. I will tell thee of
myself."
"Say on," said Ulric, "but speak truly, that it may be well with thee."
"Leader of men," said Ben Ezra, "my life hangeth upon thy life. I am
one with thee. I do but take care for myself in that I am truthful.
I was informed against in Spain to the prætor because I was rich. I
was seized, but I and my son and a Jewish youth, the son of a rabbi,
escaped from our destroyers. My ship was ready laden and we sailed in
the night. The quinquereme was faster and she overtook us. All were
slain but we three, for they were overfull with rowers and soldiers
and cared not for more slaves. Even to have escaped the prætor was to
be doomed to crucifixion; but they had not yet scourged us, waiting an
opportunity. O my son! My son! That he might have been spared! For they
have slain his mother and his brethren. He was my Benjamin! My youngest
son! The joy of my heart!"
"He was slain by a spear," said Ulric, to comfort him. "He died not on
a bed, that thou shouldst mourn so much for him. Thy god hath done well
by thee. I saw him swimming bravely till the pilum struck him."
"And the youth, the son of the rabbi Joseph, of Jerusalem!" groaned Ben
Ezra. "What shall I say to his father? A fair boy and well favored!
They are merciless, for he had done them no wrong."
"Little careth a Roman for that," growled Ulric. "Who is this Greek?"
"He was a bondslave of the centurion of the band of legionaries on the
quinquereme," said Ben Ezra. "His father was a rich man in Corinth,
but the proconsul lusted after his goods and he was accused. He was
but slain, not crucified, but his older sons went to the arena to feed
lions, and this Lysias, for his youth and beauty, was kept alive, if
a man be indeed living who is slave to a Roman. Thou mayest trust him
that he hated his master."
"For what part didst thou intend to sail," asked Ulric; "seeing the
Romans could have found thee anywhere on the earth?"
"Not so," replied Ben Ezra. "I were safe if once I were in Judea or
Galilee."
"And where are they?" asked Ulric.
"At the eastern shore of this sea, as thou shouldst know," said Ben
Ezra, "is the land of my people. In it are many cities and mountains,
and its provinces are under different governors. He who is threatened
by one needs but to flee to another if he can take a gift with him. I
have a gift for thee wherewith thou couldst buy a consul, if so be he
had no opportunity to rob thee. My goods, all but one casket, went down
with the quinquereme. In that casket are gems of my own--"
"I want them not," said Ulric. "They are not my prizes. I struck no
blow for them. Keep thou that which is thine own. I am a Saxon, not a
pirate."
"Thou art a sea king," replied Ben Ezra. "I have had many dealings with
such as thou art. They are not like other men, for they keep faith
with strangers. But this, also, I tell thee: as the Roman ship began to
fill the centurion went mad, it seemed, for he took from his crypt in
his cabin his own jewels and some that the prætor would have sent to
Cæsar to buy a pardon for some of his offenses. These, also, went into
my casket, and he placed it on the deck and by it a small bag of gold.
With aid of three oars for floats and with strong swimming I rescued
all, and here they are. Even the centurion knew not their value."
"I know what gold coins are," said Ulric, as the bag was opened before
him. "Oswald the Harper taught me concerning money. Are these thine?"
"Nay," said Ben Ezra, "they are thine, for they belonged to the
centurion. Of the stones I will show thee. That sardonyx is mine. It
was graven in Egypt, and on it are words of the wisdom of the priests
of Isis."
"Runes like Hilda's!" exclaimed Ulric, gazing earnestly upon the
characters which blended with the varying tints of the beautifully
polished stone. "Canst thou read them?"
"Not so," said Ben Ezra, "but this sardius, also, is mine. It is a
stone of the temple of Jehovah at Jerusalem, and on it is his most holy
name. Touch it not, for thou art of the heathen."
"What have I to do," asked Ulric, "with a matter belonging to your god?
I have thought that I would like to see him some day. I am sailing to
find the city of the gods. He will be there, perhaps, among them."
"He is a great King above all gods," said Ben Ezra, reverently, but his
eyes were dwelling upon the glowing, blood-red tint of the inestimable
gem which bore the holy name.
"Odin!" exclaimed Ulric. "I think your god would be on good terms with
the gods of the North, for I have heard well of him. Thou mayest tell
me more about him some day. But now thou mayest tie up thy gems and
give me mine. I have the ship to command, and I care not overmuch for
stones."
"My sardius alone is worth thy trireme," said Ben Ezra, frankly. "Keep
thou thy treasure carefully and a day may come when it will be of use
to thee. Divide not with thy men. Give them other matters."
Ulric laughed loudly as he responded: "Good faith is kept among us, O
Jew, but my vikings are welcome to all I possess. The ship itself is
theirs, if I am slain, and they will carry to my own house anything
that belongs to me. We are not thieves, like the men of the southlands."
Ben Ezra looked into his face and said: "Verily thou art my friend! I
have not met any like unto thee. I would thou mayest go with me to the
city of my God, to Jerusalem. There is his temple and it is the wonder
of the earth."
"So have I heard," said Ulric, joyously. "I think I will go and see.
But whither shall I steer at this hour?"
"Toward the coast of Africa," said Ben Ezra. "Thither was I sailing.
There are old harbors there for which the Romans take no care. In them
are pirate peoples, foes of Rome, ancient Carthaginians, Egyptians,
Libyans; but thou wilt be friends with them."
"_The Sword_ will sail for Africa," said Ulric; "but as for pirates, we
will see to that matter."
"Verily there is none like thee!" exclaimed the Jew. "Thou art like
Saul, the son of Kish!"
Into a small sack of deerskin did Ulric put his jewels, looking at
them one by one and admiring their great beauty.
"Never saw I such before," he said. "They are such as kings wear in the
southlands. I think the gods must have many of them. These white ones
are pearls, and they are lustrous. The green stones are emeralds."
"They are of great value," said Ben Ezra. "Especially that large,
flat-faced one. It is engraven with the sign of the sun, and it came
therefore from Persia. Thy pearls are from the East, and they are
wonderful, but some of mine are as large."
"I will keep the gold in my belt pouch," said Ulric, "and thou shalt
teach me to pay with it."
"Thou shalt not be cheated," said Ben Ezra.
Then he took his closed casket with him and walked to the after cabin,
for in that was to be his abiding place, and he said that he would
mourn there for his son.
"Southward!" shouted Ulric to the viking at the rudder of the trireme.
"We have done well this day, and the night cometh."
A wind had arisen and the sails were full, but the men did not seem to
be idle. They busied themselves with the tackle and with the stowing
of the ship, but every now and then each one would step out on deck or
lean over a bulwark to look long and earnestly across the sparkling sea.
"This water is very blue," said Tostig the Red, "and so is the sky. O
Knud, thou hast put away thy bearskins."
"Aye," said Knud, "but how canst thou bear thy mail in such a heat as
this? I found this jacket of silk in the after cabin. It is cool and it
is fine."
"Red as blood it is," said Tostig, "but it would not keep out an arrow.
Thou dost never care much for armor."
"A shield is enough," replied Knud, "and I can catch arrows on my seax.
I would not be overweighted. I trust the gods will soon send us another
fight. I would get hand to hand with some good fighter. There is more
pleasure in killing with steel than with the prow of a ship."
The jarl gave orders concerning many things, and then he spoke to
Lysias the Greek. The youth had seated himself in a hollow place
between two oar benches and his face was in his hands, for he was
weeping.
"Not often do men weep in the Northland," said Ulric, sternly. "I have
heard that the Greeks are brave. Why mournest thou? Hast thou not had
good vengeance upon the Romans this day? Not one of them escaped. Thou
shouldst rather be rejoicing."
"Alas! Alas!" murmured the beautiful youth. "Corinth! My Sapphira! I
shall never see her again!"
"She was thy love?" said Ulric, softening somewhat. "I never had a love
save Hilda, the saga woman, and she was a hundred years old. I loved
her well. Where is thy Sapphira?"
"She was more lovely than a dream!" said Lysias, looking up through his
tears. "Her father was Licander, the astrologer, and she was like a
star. He knew the heavens and the stars in their courses, and he read
their signs. But he foretold to the Romans their Parthian defeat and
they slew him for his bad augury. Of his kindred they left not one, and
Sapphira they sold for a slave to Pontius Pilatus, the procurator of
Judea. I care not to live, for I have been scourged and I have lost my
love."
Even as he spoke he threw off a light robe of linen which had covered
him, and Ulric saw the half-healed, festering lines of the Roman
scourge all over the flesh of Lysias.
"Thou mayest well weep for that!" exclaimed Ulric, "if thou art the son
of a free warrior."
"I did stab three in Spain," said Lysias, "and I had plotted to sink
the quinquereme, for she had a bad leak which might be opened."
"Get thou up!" said Ulric. "I will gird thee with a sword and give thee
a shield and spear. When thy scourgings are healed thou shalt have
mail. Thou art strong."
"I have won foot races," said Lysias, rising, "and I can ride any wild
horse. I am a bowman and I can cast the javelin far and truly."
"Be more contented, then," said Ulric. "I will give thee chances to
strike Romans. There is no need for thee to mourn."
"Thou knowest not love," said Lysias; "but I thank thee, and I would
have weapons."
"Come with me," said Ulric, and they went together to the after cabin.
There were doors by which this might be closed, but one of these was
open and they went in. Then it could be seen that this cabin space,
which was large, was divided into four apartments by strong wooden
walls, each having a door and a window, and in the windows were small
sheets of glass to let in light and keep out the sea. This first room
where they now were had been the place prepared for some person of high
rank to occupy, an officer in command of the ship or a high passenger.
It was finished in carved wood, with hangings of silk and linen of
many colors and of fine needlework. Here, also, were lamps that hung in
cressets, and there were fixed tables and soft couches and many fair
weapons and pieces of splendid armor. None of these had the jarl worn
as yet save a helmet and a rare coat of linked mail richly gilded. Now
he selected a good belt, with a sheath and sword, and a long sheathed
dagger.
"Throw off thy robe," he said to Lysias. "Put on this tunic and the
sandals. Belt thee with these."
So the youth did, and it could be seen that his shape was not only
comely, but molded for great vigor. The muscles stood out upon his arms
and shoulders and Ulric himself was but a head the taller.
"These will soon heal," said Ulric, examining the lash cuts. "Oil them
well. I will aid thee. They are now not deep. Thou art a good swimmer.
I noted thee in the water. Here are thy shield and spear."
"They are Greek, not Roman," said Lysias. "I am glad of that. I want a
bow and arrows."
"A quiver and a bow are here," said Ulric. "But the arrows are long and
so is the bow. See if thou canst bend and string it."
"That can I?" exclaimed Lysias, seizing the bow. "It is from Sparta,
for only the Lacedemonians make them of this length. The Parthian bows
are shorter, for horsemen, but only a Parthian can bend them--or such
as I. We are of the ancient Corinthian archers, and there were none
better on earth."
He was bending the strong wood as he talked, and Ulric saw that he did
so and put on the string of twisted silk with ease. Then took he an
arrow from the quiver and drew it to the head.
"Thou art the captain," he said. "Thy men call thee the jarl and say
thou art of the sons of their gods. Canst thou send this arrow farther
than I can?"
"I will handle thy bow," said Ulric.
He, too, unstrung and strung it and drew the arrow to the head, but he
said, thoughtfully:
"Thou of the Greeks, I understand thy saying concerning skill. I am
many times stronger than thou art, and yet I think thee the better
bowman. I will call on thee if I would have a sure arrow sent."
Lysias lifted the spear, which was a fathom long, and light, but he
looked around the room and found more of the same pattern and made a
bundle of them.
"They are well made," he said, "and their points are of good steel. I
once threw one like these through the heart of a man from Athens. He
was an enemy of my father. I met him on the seashore and I was quicker
than he in casting. He should have worn a thicker breastplate.
"Hah!" laughed Ulric. "I am a spearman, but I prefer the North spear
and the pilum."
"I like them," said Lysias, "but I know one man that can outthrow thee.
He is a Roman knight named Pontius, and they call him the spearman. He
is the procurator I told thee of. I would I might live until I can kill
him. He liveth now in Jerusalem."
"Thither go I!" exclaimed Ulric. "I have promised Ben Ezra that I will
take him to his own, and I must go to that city and see the temple. I
have it in mind that I may see his god. They say he is a good god and a
great fighter like Thor."
"I have heard much of him," said Lysias, "but he is more like Jupiter.
If thou wilt land at the island Paphos, I will show thee his statue
and thou canst see what he is like. We shall hear his voice thunder if
I read this weather rightly."
"Then he is Thor!" said Ulric, turning to the door. "Come! I know not
the weather signs of this sea."
Out they went and Lysias glanced around the sky. His face was brighter
now and he stepped firmly like a warrior.
"O jarl," he shouted, "I am a seaman also. Take down thy sails quickly!
Put out a bank of oars. Bid thy steersman keep the head of thy keel
southward, for from thence cometh a tempest. The sky will darken
rapidly."
"The Greek is right!" shouted Sigurd. "I had forgotten the sign of such
a storm, but I call it to mind. It is a strong one."
Down came the sails, out went the oars, and the thick haze on the water
southerly, which had been sunlit and fair to look upon, shot up toward
the middle heaven, blackening as it went.
"O jarl," said Wulf the Skater, "thank the gods! We are to see a kind
of storm that we do not have in our own seas."
"Fine storms come to us in midsummer," said Ulric, "and they roar well
in the fiords. Will the anger of Thor be louder here? The Greek saith
that his Jupiter can thunder, and the Jew told me that his Jehovah is
also a thunderer. Are they of kin? They who speak the same tongue are
of one house."
The Greek was now standing by the anvil and hammer on the fore deck.
"The sign of this ship was Minerva," he muttered, "but the Saxons
have given it to Vulcan. If yonder cloud is indeed of the wind from
the African desert we may yet wish that Neptune were our steersman.
But what care I for the gods? They were never yet of any use to me. My
father made many sacrifices, but the Romans slew him."
There now were sails in sight, but these were fast furling. Most of
them were small, but one, at the greater distance, had seemed much
wider than the rest.
"I have been watching her," said Sigurd to Ulric, speaking of this
craft. "I am not young, but my eyes are the eyes of a falcon. Now that
her sail is down her oars are out and she steereth toward us. The storm
will give her oarsmen enough to do."
"But we must watch her," said Ulric. "Even a merchantman might seek our
company, but she may be a warship."
"So may some of these lesser keels be of the pirates of these coasts,"
said Sigurd. "They are many, and we do well if we smite them, for often
they are good captures."
"Here cometh the wind!" shouted Knud the Bear, exultingly. "The foam
flyeth!"
First came a sheeted flash of the blinding lightning, and after that
closely followed a deep-throated reverberant peal of thunder.
"The voice of Jah!" muttered Ben Ezra. "He hath spoken from his high
place."
"Jupiter the Thunderer!" exclaimed Lysias, still standing by the hammer
of Thor as if for protection. "I fear him only at such hours as this;
but he is a god of the Romans and I am a Greek. Evil are all gods or I
should not have lost my Sapphira. Evil are they and wicked, and they
hate men, for they destroy us. There is no man but must die, and if the
gods were good, we might live. But these Saxons are brave seamen!"
Little cared they for storms, these sons of the sea kings. They shouted
and they sang as if they were in a battle, while the waves grew mad
and boiled frothing around the high wooden walls of _The Sword_. Her
head was kept toward the wind and she rode the billows like a vast
waterfowl, for the Roman shipbuilders were well skilled.
Less easy must have been the course of a keel that strove to cross the
surges with her side to the wind, and it now could be seen that the
large stranger was laboring and that now and then waves broke over her.
"She bringeth small peril to us," said the jarl. "We will row with but
one bank of oars. Let their rowers weary themselves with three. The
trumpeter on her fore deck soundeth a signal."
"Of what good," laughed Wulf the Skater, "is the blowing of a horn in
such a gale as this?"
"He sendeth us a signal to heave to and wait for them," said Sigurd.
"What sayest thou concerning this fellow, O Jew?"
"I think her one of the cruisers sent out by the proconsul of Spain,"
replied Ben Ezra. "They are all weaker vessels than this, but they are
swift. They protect merchantmen from the African pirates to rob all for
the proconsul."
The air grew darker, denser, and the salt spray flew into all faces,
but the jarl stood upon the after deck and blew upon his war horn a
blast louder than that of the Roman trumpet.
"Thy horn be exalted!" shouted Ben Ezra. "It is as the horn of a king!
May Jehovah of Hosts be with thee, thou mighty man of valor! Sound
again! Let these heathen know that we fear them not."
"But for the storm we might strike them," growled Sigurd. "It is ill to
let such a prey go by us."
Now was there also a change in the appearance of Ben Ezra. He stood by
the jarl as erect as a pine tree. From the stores of _The Sword_ he
had provided himself with arms and armor of the best, by permission of
Ulric. The visor of his brazen helmet was open and it might be seen
that his dark face glowed like youth as he gazed angrily at the enemy.
"He is a warrior!" exclaimed Tostig the Red. "I like him well. I think
he might strike a good blow with that long crooked sword which he hath
found. I saw it, but I preferred a straight blade. The shield lifteth
lightly in his hand and his mail coat fitteth him. He hath put brazen
guarders upon his arms and legs. A small man should avoid such as he in
the press of battle."
So said others of the vikings, but they were watching more closely the
Roman keel.
The trumpeter sounded several times and as often did they send back
defiances from their war horns.
"O jarl," said Lysias, "this is the storm which cometh from the African
desert. It is not like any other. Not only is there much thunder and
terrible lightning and strong wind, but I have felt sharp sand upon my
face. It will blow long and hard, and the waves will not go down, but
there will be no more rain. The sky is clearing."
"Thou knowest the storms of thine own sea," said Knud the Bear; "but
are we far from land?"
"No man knoweth that," said Lysias; "but here cometh the Roman, like a
fool. I would thy jarl might strike him. O jarl, may I use the bow?"
"When thou canst," said Ulric, "but the distance is yet too great."
Like fierce and angry music rang out the laugh of the Greek, but his
arrow was on the string and he raised the bow.
_The Sword_ sank heavily into the trough of a sea wave and the Roman
keel was lifted high upon a surge, just as a long, vivid sheet of
lightning seemed to bring her nearer by its brightness. Her steersman
was a giant, unarmored, straining hard at her tiller and bracing
himself. At him was Ulric looking when suddenly he threw up his hands,
letting the tiller go, and the feathered shaft of the young Greek's
long arrow quivered against his naked bosom.
"Odin! Well shot!" shouted Ulric, but the bowstring twanged again and
another Roman fell upon the deck beside the dead steersman.
Left to itself and to the will of the wind and the waves, around swung
the keel of the Romans, while a great surge poured over her bulwarks
and her rowers were hurled from their seats. Wild was their shouting
and another surge poured in.
"Strike her not!" said Sigurd. "Be thou prudent with thine own keel,
lest thou shouldst be in some manner disabled. Let the Greek send his
arrows, but steer upon thy course."
Ulric so ordered, but shaft after shaft did Lysias send, not all of
them hitting, but not all failing of a mark. Other war horns than that
of Ulric were sounding and other bows were also quickly plying.
"I think," said Tostig the Red, "that we have no better bowman than
this Greek. He will be a good help in a sea fight. I like well to see
his long arrows go so straight to their places. Then the mark goeth
down and it is time to laugh."
The Roman rowers were toiling hard to recover control of their vessel,
but the Saxons knew little of the astonishment and dismay that reigned
on board of her. Her crew had not thought of an open enemy at the
first. They had deemed _The Sword_ a friend until the sounding of the
jarl's war horn. Even then they had expected no resistance, at least
no attack, until their steersman fell and a man of rank near him was
pierced by an arrow.
Better than a sailing vessel can a rowed keel turn her head to the
waves, however, and before long the Romans were once more striving to
overtake the Saxons.