OF THE VILLAINY OF OSBERT
So the spy returned to his master, and Osbert was mortally angered and
perplexed at the news he brought him. Anon he went to the king, and said
he: “Lo, king Sigmund, thy daughter hath taken up with a mad beggarman.”
“What may thy meaning be, friend Osbert? ’Tis a strange way to speak of
my daughter, for like to her there is not another in all the land.”
“Neither more nor less than I have said is the truth, king. The same
beggarman that hath been so long about thy court to-day rode with her
into the forest, and when they were out of sight and hearing they held
sweet converse together, and the man cast his arm about her and kissed
her and she him. So they rode until they met a second man in the wood,
and they three talked together in the Pictish tongue and then parted,
and the two entered thy hall not an hour since. And now the mad Pict or
devil, or whatever he be, lieth outside her door and is like to kill any
person that enters.”
Then king Sigmund was an angry man and swore a great oath. “Had any other
but thee told me this thing,” said he, “I should have said he lied. Now
will I summon Torfrida, and her mad squire shall die.”
So the king’s messenger sought Torfrida; lightly she stepped out and
followed him. Feargus started also to his feet with his bow in his
hand, and when they reached the gate of the king’s chamber the warriors
forbade him to enter, for Sigmund had asked for Torfrida alone. Without
word spoken, Feargus drew forth his sword, and they deemed him still a
madman and feared his wrath, so let him enter. When king Sigmund looked
up he beheld his daughter, but beside her stood a stranger whom he knew
not, great of stature and mighty of limb and exceeding mild, but withal
fearless of countenance; and his cheeks were like red apples and as
smooth from good health and sober living—unlike the puffed and bloated
thanes of Sigmund’s court, and his pale blue eyes glittered and shone as
clear as precious stones. On his breast was the byrny of a king worked
with the rich ornaments and bright colours of the Picts, and a king’s
helm sat on his brow, while at his back hung a sword of giant length. And
so noble and comely he looked withal that the king stared upon him, until
recalled by the impatient Osbert.
“And who art thou, sir warrior, king or king’s son, or whatsoever thou
be?”
“Hold, king Sigmund,” said Osbert, “didst thou ask the presence of this
man, or didst thou not say that none but the lady Torfrida was to enter
the hall, for none but she and I are concerned in this matter. I ask
thee in the light of the promise thou wottest of, that thou gavest to me
long since, for war service rendered, that thou sendest away this mad
beggarman.”
“Beggarman he may be, yet saw I never beggarman like to this, and few
men even of king’s blood. Yet Sigmund regardeth promise given, so the
stranger must hold himself outside.”
“King Sigmund, men say that thou regardest an oath sworn, and I have
sworn never to leave the lady Torfrida, and I beg that thou wilt give me
leave to stay before thee.”
“Sir, thou art young and comely and a stranger, and I would befriend thee
and all such. Nay, I would that I had many as honest as thou seemest here
at my court; but if thou hast sworn so foolish an oath thou wilt have
to break it, for I have long promised the lady to my captain Osbert who
standeth here, so get thee gone as thou art bidden.”
“That thou mayst have promised for thine own part, sir king, but for the
lady, she hath not yet promised to wed this thane. If I leave this hall
without her it will be feet before, and there will be others that will
pass out along with me in like manner.”
“Now, good Osbert,” said the king, “if this man is indeed the madman who
came in with thee and Torfrida, it is ill parleying with him, and he must
remain, for I little like to bring in the guards and make this matter
public.” Then turning to Torfrida, his brow darkening as he spoke, he
said: “What is this that I hear of thee, Torfrida?”
“That can I not say till thou hast told me.”
“Dost thou not know that they say of thee that thou wast seen riding in
the forest with this stranger, and that this beggar or madman or king’s
son put his arm about thee and kissed thee and thou him? Such disgrace
was never on our house before. And they say that the two of ye rode on
and met with another.”
Then Torfrida turned pale and trembled, and then spoke: “Thou hast tried
long to force the thane Osbert upon me; know, my father, that I have
sworn to wed with this stranger and may surely ride with him.”
Then the king started to his feet an angry man, and Osbert drew his sword
and started up likewise.
“Ho! guards, seize this madman, and the madwoman also, and slay him.
Guards! guards!” cried the king.
Then sprang Feargus to the door, against it placing his back, and drew
forth his bow and fitted an arrow thereto.
“Hold, sir king,” said he, “for an thy guards lay but a hand upon her
thou shalt die; for know that a shot never missed I yet with this bow at
such range, and the traitor thane shall die along of thee ere thy guards
have crossed the hall. Hearken how they clamour at the door. For thine
own sake bid them be still, for on that door’s strength, which they so
sturdily assail, thy life hangs.”
Then Torfrida cried out in terror and called on him to spare her father.
So the king was constrained to call out to them to hold off, and they
desisted. Then Feargus stepped from the door towards the king, never
doubting his word given, and returned his arrows to the sheath, but the
word of Osbert he had not got, and ere he reached Torfrida’s side Osbert
had won the door, and, bursting it open, called aloud to his men. In a
moment twenty stalwart fellows were at the back of him. Then Feargus,
seeing himself outdone, started before Torfrida and drew his sword.
“Hark, thou traitor,” said he, “an thou or thy warriors lay but a hand
on the damsel, neither thou nor they shall leave this hall if but king
Sigmund will grant me fair field and ye will meet me man after man. And
even if Sigmund hath lost his soldiership, then may I call myself one
that can raise a death pile in this hall, such as men will tell of in the
days to come, even though the lady Torfrida and I lie sword-stricken atop
of it. And not the last to bite the dust shalt thou be, O Osbert! Thrice
have I spared thee, but a fourth time thou shalt taste the sword’s edge.”
“And who art thou, braggart?”
“One whom thy villainy hath well nigh ruined. I am Feargus of Alban,
escaped from drowning, and saved from mind-death by Torfrida.”
As though a thunderbolt had fallen at their feet, or the sky opened ahead
of them, looked Osbert and the king, and the warriors nigh let their
weapons fall.
Then said Sigmund, “Now I see that thou art indeed him whom thou namest,
despite thy beard; yet many of the thanes of the prince Edwy swore to
having seen thy death in the flood.”
“Yet was I plucked forth the water for value, methinks, of the harness I
wore, and here am I. And I claim thy daughter Torfrida.”
Then up started Osbert. “Hear me, king Sigmund. Thou hast promised the
lady Torfrida to be my wife, and I will in no wise release thee from
thy bond given; but an thou deniest it my men shall enter and slay all
within, for they are many while thy men are scattered abroad, and the
many will conquer, how strong soever this madman thinketh himself.”
“The king hath promised the lady to thee, proud traitor; but it is the
lady herself that hath made me the promise.”
“Let the king speak,” said Osbert.
King Sigmund was much troubled, for his regard went with Feargus, and
he felt himself in the hands of Osbert and would be free; but he knew
that war with Osbert was ruin to his kingdom and himself, for so had the
thane thrown his toils about him that all the realm was filled with his
men. Then said he: “Much as I have the weal of Feargus in my heart, it
is certain that ye both may not have the damsel. That thou, Feargus, and
Torfrida have long since sworn troth is nought to me, for a maiden’s fate
is in her father’s giving, and moreover, if I had in any wise promised
her to thee, which methinketh I never did, but always forbade, then still
by law of old time among our people, by thy not coming to claim and have
the damsel, thy right is forfeit. Therefore the thane Osbert, who hath
wrought much for us with sword and with counsel given, must have the
lady.”
“Thou, Sigmund, hast called thyself a Christian, and hast endured many
strokes for thy faith, yet thou wouldst sacrifice thine own daughter
against her will in worse wise than ever men were sacrificed to false
gods by Druid or at the death of chiefs of thine own race in days past.
The law of thy land is not the law of mine, for there the wives are taken
into the counsel of the men and have nobler station, and I will not bide
by thy law who belong not to thy land, but rather will I fall here.”
“Nay, be not rash, good Feargus; little worship will there be in the
slaying of warriors.”
“Then let the thane give bond for his men and you also give bond for fair
field to both, and let the twain of us find justice at the sword’s point.”
But Sigmund minded him of Osbert’s brethren and kin, and feared worse
might befall by Osbert’s death than by his presence.
Then said Osbert: “Nay, the lady is mine without fighting by the king’s
own showing; if I may not take mine own in peace then will I bring my men
and thou shalt bring thine, and he that wins the field shall have the
lady.”
Then said Sigmund: “Thou, Feargus, art an overmatch for any man I have
yet seen, save it might be Penda in his youth, though he was of lesser
stature, or thine own captain Duncan, and little worship would be thine
in the slaying of the thane in single fight.”
“Three times hath my foot been upon his throat, yet I have spared him for
Penda’s and for thy sakes, for all he hath ever done hurt to me and mine,
the like of which did to me no other man. Canst thou then wonder that
my soul thirsteth for his blood? And I know that the world would be the
better of his killing, for troth kept he never since breath he drew. So
if he will not let me forth the hall with Torfrida, let his men fall to.”
Thus saying, Feargus fitted an arrow to his bow and drew the string.
Then said Torfrida: “Now, king, and thou, Osbert, if ye have aught of
good in ye spare these men’s lives; for an ye should not, ye will stand
in heavy need of them in some right battle ere the days of ye be over.”
[Illustration: Feargus wrenched the sword from Osbert’s hand and struck
him to the earth.]
But Osbert was now wroth, and the more so that he saw his men had dread
of him whom they deemed a madman; for they knew him to be the greatest
swordsmith in all the land. And when Osbert shouted, “Now fall upon him!”
unwillingly the captain stepped forward with his men. And Feargus, who
knew him to be a brave man erstwhile of the host of Penda, little liked
to slay him, so, letting his bow drop, he suddenly gripped him by the
middle and flung him at his follower, and the follower fell among the
remainder of them, causing confusion, and so in the strife Feargus gained
the side of Osbert by a mighty leap. Taking him unwares, he wrenched the
sword from his hand and struck him to the earth, and laying a foot on his
breast held his sword to his throat.
“Now,” said he, “if a man among ye move the thane shall die, and if you,
king Sigmund, give not thine oath and the thane himself his oath that ye
will leave the lady Torfrida and me unmolested till I list to depart from
among ye Osbert shall die.”
After long pause the thane cried, “I swear.”
And the king swore and all the warriors were witness thereof. Then
Torfrida passed out, and Feargus as he followed bent and picked up the
sword of the captain of Osbert’s host and handed it to him saying: “Thou
wert ever a true man. I little liked to have blows with thee or to put
thee to shame, but no worship hast thou lost, for never man but had his
better.” And Osbert’s sword he left lying so that the thane had to stoop
to lift it. And the captain was well pleased to be counted of so great
worth by the captain of Penda.
So Torfrida went to her own hall and Feargus lay outside across the gate.