And Halfred has sunk into deep deep silence. Since the fight had ended,
and he had heard Vandrad's dying words, he had not spoken a word.
But when it was full daylight the Singing Swan drew near the land, and
the men came ashore.
Silently Halfred signed to his sailing comrades to carry out all the
bodies from the drinking hall, the dwelling-house, and the ships; and
to collect them altogether on the shore. He had seven funeral piles
erected, and upon these all the dead were burned with their weapons.
The ashes, however, of friends and foes Halfred ordered them to mingle.
And these he poured himself into a great stone-lined grave which he had
had dug on the shore, hard by the water line. And he had earth heaped
thickly upon them, and a huge black block of stone which had once been
thrown out of Hekla rolled thereon. And this cost many days work.
But Halfred spoke not. And all through the nights he sat upon the grave
and looked now upwards to the stars of the summer night, now downwards
rigidly upon the earth, and the stone grave. And gently gently he
oftimes shook his head.
But he spoke no word.
And when after seven nights the sun arose, Hartvik and Eigil drew near
to him, as he sat upon the stone, and then Hartvik spoke--
"Halfred, my blood brother, a great calamity has befallen to thee, to
me, to us. Father and sister and many friends have I lost, and Eigil
has also lost many who were dear to him. We must bear it, all three.
Come, Halfred, Sigskald, arouse thyself! This silence and brooding is
evil. Dwelling-house and Mead hall the fire has burnt--the axe will
build them up. Harps, there are many still upon the earth, and the
Singing Swan spreads out her hardly singed pinions. Come, Halfred,
drink! Here I have brought thee from the Greek spoils of the Singing
Swan a cup of Chios wine, which thou ever lovedst. Drink, speak, and
live!"
Halfred stood up with a sigh, took the cup from Hartvik's hand, and
poured the wine slowly upon the grave; the earth drank it greedily in.
"Come hither again about midnight. Then will I give ye an answer. I
cannot even yet think clearly. Once more will I ask the gods who dwell
in the stars if they even yet deny me an answer."
And he sat down again upon the stone, and covered his face with his
hands.
And when about midnight the two came, Halfred pointed towards the
heavens--
"There are so many thousand thousand stars, but they are all dumb to
me.
Unceasingly, for seven days and nights, have I asked myself, and
asked the stars, wherefore have the Gods allowed this awful thing to
happen?
Is it a crime that I vowed a vow, such as many which are vowed in
the north?
Hundreds of women had heard it without resentment.
Is it my crime that Dame Harthild was differently minded?
And it was no lie that I bore love to her, on that night.
Love's fulness truly it was not--as Sudha named it.
That may be. Never knew I love's fulness.
And be it so. If the Gods hate me for an evil deed, wherefore do
they not punish me alone?
Wherefore let others--so many others--suffer and atone for
_my_ sin?
Wherefore should King Hartstein perish, and many other princes,
and thousands of men from all coasts and islands?
Wherefore should Dame Harthild perish, whom they would have
avenged, and our unborn son?
How have all these sinned? Answer me, ye two, if ye know more than
do I and the stars?"
But his blood brethren were silent, and Halfred continued--
"Yet there must be Gods!
Who has else bound the giants, calmed the sea, levelled the earth,
arched the heavens, and strewn the stars? Who else guides the battle?
and how, after death, come mighty heroes to Valhalla, and the evil to
the dark serpent hell?
For that awful fearful thought which already from afar has come
darkly into my mind, that perhaps no Gods live! I will think it no
more.
There must be Gods. I cannot cannot think otherwise, and my
throbbing brain is driven to frenzy.
And if there are Gods, they must be also good, and wise, and
mighty, and just.
Else it would be indeed yet more frightful to think that beings,
mightier and wiser than mankind, delighted in the misery of men,
like an evil urchin who for sport impales a captured beetle.
This, therefore, one dare not think,--neither, indeed,--that
there are no Gods, or that there are evil Gods.
And therefore will I in devout submission endure this awful calamity,
waiting till, in the course of years, I guess this riddle also. So hard
an one was never yet set before me.
But ye, ye faithful ones, who stood by me to the death, and spared
not your own kindred, and have lost your nearest through me; ye will I
never forsake, all my life long; and great gratitude will I bear ye,
and my dearest shall ye be for evermore. For ye alone will I live."
Then spake Hartvik--
"Not thus must thou speak, Halfred. The harp thou shalt again strike
victoriously, the hammer shalt thou again joyously wield under the blue
heavens of Greece. The blood of the vine shalt thou quaff, and a woman
more enchanting than----"
Then Halfred sprang up from the black stone--
"Silence, Hartvik: Thou blasphemest.
Who is stricken so heavily as I, by the hatred of the Gods, who
live and are just, he stands as a lightning-blasted tree by the way.
Birds sing not upon it, the dew moistens it not, the sun kisses it
not.
How should I sing and laugh, drink and kiss, through whom hath
fallen upon so many thousand men and women utter destruction, or the
sorrow of death for evermore?
No, otherwise have I vowed to myself.
Long did I doubt if I still could live, after such a calamity as
the Gods have laid upon this head, and I could not, did I not believe
in good Gods, and tarry for the solving of this riddle.
But joy and happiness have no more part in Halfred Hamundson. I
renounce them for ever."
And he kneeled down, and took from his breast pouch a leathern bottle,
which was filled with white ashes. And slowly he strewed them all over
his long flowing black locks, and his face, and breast, and body.
"Hear me, ye good all ruling Gods, and ye glittering all seeing
stars of heaven; and of men-kind upon earth, Hartvik and Eigil, my
blood brethren!
Here I renounce, on account of the awful calamity which I have
drawn down upon wife and child, and many hundred friends and
strangers, I renounce for ever happiness and joy, song, wine, and
the love of women.
To the dead alone, slain for my crime, with whose ashes I here
cover myself upon their grave mound, do I belong; and among the
living, to my faithful blood brethren.
And if I break this solemnly sworn vow, then be Dame Harthild's
curse wholly fulfilled."
And the stars and his friends in silence heard his vow.