CHAPTER XIV

HAKI’S BURNING JOURNEY TO VALHALLA

ON their return from the Caspian, the four foster-brothers had found the

country very much disturbed; several Vikings from abroad, with a great

number of ships, had been plundering here and there among the people.

Peace had deserted the land, and great distress from these incursions

prevailed everywhere. Among the greatest plunderers were two famous

brothers of the name of Haki and Hagbard; they were great Vikings, and

had a large host and a great number of powerful and swift ships. These

had gray sails, and were painted of such a color that their vessels

could not be seen far away. Haki and Hagbard had no lands; they lived on

their ships, and never slept under a roof, nor did they ever drink at

the fire-side; their men had no homes, and had left their country,

preferring a life of adventure and warfare with two such famous chiefs.

They attacked people ashore everywhere, and plundered them, and

afterwards returned with their booty to their ships; they wintered in

the rivers, and defied the power of Rome, and of all the Hersirs in the

land. When their ships were old, they bought new ones or captured

others. They had at last become tired of Western countries, had returned

to the Norseland, and had been outlawed by all the Things, or

assemblies, of the people of every realm.

Haki had with him twelve champions, among whom were Starkad the old, and

Ulf the valiant. All his men were berserks, who were often seized by the

berserk fury. Starkad and Ulf were old men, who had been through many a

bloody fight, and had served under Haki’s father, who had never himself

slept under a roof. They all had taken an oath at a great sacrifice that

they would never die in a bed; neither would they ever throw themselves

from a rock in order to go to Odin and Valhalla, but that they would all

die by weapons in battle. Haki himself was one of the greatest of

champions, and so agile as well as powerful, that he was a most

dangerous enemy to deal with.

One day Haki went with his host against Thorkel, a great Hersir, without

warning, for he ruthlessly disregarded the laws of war, so that Thorkel

had hardly time to collect his warriors. The latter had also twelve

champions, among whom were the brothers Svidpad and Geigad, both

far-famed in the North. A fierce battle took place, and Valhalla was

destined to receive many men that day. When the battle was at its

height, Svidpad and Geigad made a furious assault on Haki’s men, and

many of them never saw the light again. All of Haki’s champions were

badly wounded, and could fight no more, being too weak on account of

loss of blood. Then he went forward and broke the shield-burg of Thorkel

and slew him, as well as his standard-bearer, and also Svidpad and

Geigad. He conquered the land and took possession of it, and became the

ruler of the herad of Thorkel. He stayed at home during the winter, and

ruled the land he had conquered, after which his champions sailed away

to southern lands, on Viking expeditions, and earned much wealth for

themselves.

Among other great Vikings who never slept under a roof or drank by the

fire-side, and who disturbed the land and had been outlawed, were the

brothers Eirick and Jorund. After a great battle in which they had slain

the Hersir of Gautaland, they thought themselves far greater men than

before, and wished to try their strength against Haki and Hagbard, and

avenge the disgrace put upon Thorkel, their kinsman; so, when they heard

that Haki had allowed his champions to go away, they collected a large

host. When it was known that they had come to reconquer the land for

their kinsmen, the people from all the country round flocked to their

standards in large numbers, and a great host marched against Haki. A

mighty battle soon took place. For a long time victory was undecided,

champion fighting against champion. Finally, Haki rushed forward, and

fought with such irresistible force, that he slew all near him, among

them Eirick, and cut down the standard-bearers of the brothers,

whereupon Jorund fled to his ships with his men.

But Haki had received such severe wounds that he foresaw that his

remaining days would be few. He had made ready a vessel which he prized

very highly on account of its swiftness, beauty, and war power. He had

it loaded with the bodies of high-born warriors that had fallen in

battle, together with their weapons, and had a large pyre of tarred wood

made on the ship. Then he bade his followers farewell, and told them

that he was going to Odin, and ordered men to carry him, in full war

dress, with chain-armor, helmet, sword, and shield, on board of his

ship. Then he bade them to build a large pyre near the prow, and to lay

him upon it.

After they had done so, he had the rudder adjusted and the sail hoisted

and set, and much gold and many weapons placed on board. Then the tarred

wood was kindled. The wind blew from the shore seaward; the burning ship

sailed away, and the warriors bade Haki and his men a happy journey to

Valhalla. Farther and farther the funeral pyre of Haki and his men went

on its way. The flames rose higher and higher towards the sky; the sail

burned, and at last the mast, looking like a tower of fire, fell upon

the deck. The people believed that the higher the flames rose, the

greater would be the welcome in Valhalla. Then the lurid glare of the

flames became less and less brilliant, and, on a sudden, the ship went

down into the deep. But Haki and his warriors had sailed to Valhalla,

and the people said that this great deed of Haki would live forever in

the memory of man, and would be sung by the scalds to the end of time.

* * * * *

During this time, Ivar and his foster-brothers had gathered a large host

and made his vessels ready, for he intended to make war on the Viking

raiders who infested the sea and brought trouble and insecurity upon the

land. As they were being launched, Hjalmar’s ship struck one man as it

came down the rollers, and killed him. This accident happened once in a

great while at the launching of ships—an operation that was always

attended with danger, the more so if it were not carefully done. Such an

accident was called “roller-reddening,” and was considered a very bad

omen, therefore the intended expedition was abandoned. Ivar and his

foster-brothers thought that some faithless family spirits wished them

evil, and had abandoned their watch over them.

The next day, when Ivar and Hjalmar were walking together, Ivar thought

he saw a pet goat of his, which had been always in the habit of coming

into the courtyard. No one was allowed to drive him away. Suddenly he

said: “This is strange!”

“What dost thou see that seems strange to thee?” asked Hjalmar.

“It seems to me,” Ivar answered, “that the goat which lies in this

hollow place is covered with blood.”

Hjalmar, astonished, answered him that there was no goat there, nor

anything else.

“What is it, then?” inquired Ivar.

“I am afraid,” Hjalmar returned, “that thou must be a death-fated man,

and that thou hast seen the spirit that follows and protects thee,

warning thee of danger; and if not thyself, some of thy kinsmen may,

perhaps, be fated to die. Guard thyself well, foster-brother. I will

also watch carefully over thee, so will Sigurd and Sigmund.”

“That will not serve,” cried Ivar, “if death is fated to me, for no man

can change his fate; but I will fall bravely.”

These two successive omens made a deep impression upon Ivar; the ships

were dragged ashore, and put under the sheds, and it was announced that

no expeditions were to take place that year.

Then Ivar made a special sacrifice to Frey, for he loved Frey more than

all the other gods, and often sacrificed to him, and that day he offered

up four black oxen, and two of his most valuable horses. The following

day, Hjalmar said to Ivar: “Let us find out the decrees that fate has in

store for us, for I do not like the ‘roller-reddening’ that has taken

place at the launching of our ships, or the vision of the bloody goat.

Let us consult the oracles, as well as sacrifice to Frey. I still fear

some impending misfortune is going to happen to some of us, and that

some great sorrow will overtake us. Let us make ready and beware of

treachery. Perhaps we may meet a witch full of evil on the way; then it

is better to walk on than to lodge in her house, though the night may be

stormy. Often wicked women sit near the road, who blunt both swords and

sense. Let us never go out of doors without our weapons, for it is hard

to know, when out on the roads, if a man may need his spear. The sons of

men need eyes of foresight.”

They made, therefore, another sacrifice, and dipped the sacrificial

chips into the blood of the sacrificed animal, that was kept in the

sacred copper bowl which stood on the altar of the temple. The

sacrificing chips were thrown into the air, and the answer was that Ivar

would not die, but must remain at home that year, and that a kinsman

very dear to him would be killed in battle. So Ivar stayed quietly at

home.

The following summer Ivar made the Elidi ready and sailed for Norway;

but on the voyage, while in the Cattegat, he was obliged to stay on an

island on account of head winds. There they threw the sacrificial chips

again to get fair winds, and, as they fell, they indicated that Odin was

to receive one man out of their host before a fair wind would come. They

then sailed toward the coast and cast anchor, and there they landed. Not

far from their place of landing was a great sacrificing ring, in the

midst of which lay a huge stone, or altar. The people were in the habit

of coming there from the surrounding country to make human sacrifice and

to break the backs of men given to Odin on that altar. Agnar was the

name of the man whom the oracles, speaking through the sacrificial

chips, had designated, and upon the altar his back was broken, and he

was given to Odin, and they reddened the altar with his blood. After

this the men returned to their ships and sailed away with a fair wind.

This sacrificing ring where Agnar was given to Odin is seen to this day

near Blomholm in the province of Bohuslan, where a large ring composed

of eleven stones is still standing, with a sacrificial boulder in the

centre.

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