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There lived a man in the south, before Thangbrand, Wilibald's son,
preached the White Christ in Iceland. He was named Eric Brighteyes,
Thorgrimur's son, and in those days there was no man like him for
strength, beauty and daring, for in all these things he was the first.
But he was not the first in good-luck.

Two women lived in the south, not far from where the Westman Islands
stand above the sea. Gudruda the Fair was the name of the one, and
Swanhild, called the Fatherless, Groa's daughter, was the other. They
were half-sisters, and there were none like them in those days, for
they were the fairest of all women, though they had nothing in common
except their blood and hate.

Now of Eric Brighteyes, of Gudruda the Fair and of Swanhild the
Fatherless, there is a tale to tell.

These two fair women saw the light in the self-same hour. But Eric
Brighteyes was their elder by five years. The father of Eric was
Thorgrimur Iron-Toe. He had been a mighty man; but in fighting with a
Baresark,(*) who fell upon him as he came up from sowing his wheat,
his foot was hewn from him, so that afterwards he went upon a wooden
leg shod with iron. Still, he slew the Baresark, standing on one leg
and leaning against a rock, and for that deed people honoured him
much. Thorgrimur was a wealthy yeoman, slow to wrath, just, and rich
in friends. Somewhat late in life he took to wife Saevuna, Thorod's
daughter. She was the best of women, strong in mind and second-
sighted, and she could cover herself in her hair. But these two never
loved each other overmuch, and they had but one child, Eric, who was
born when Saevuna was well on in years.

(*) The Baresarks were men on whom a passing fury of battle came; they
were usually outlawed.

The father of Gudruda was Asmund Asmundson, the Priest of Middalhof.
He was the wisest and the wealthiest of all men who lived in the south
of Iceland in those days, owning many farms and, also, two ships of
merchandise and one long ship of war, and having much money out at
interest. He had won his wealth by viking's work, robbing the English
coasts, and black tales were told of his doings in his youth on the
sea, for he was a "red-hand" viking. Asmund was a handsome man, with
blue eyes and a large beard, and, moreover, was very skilled in
matters of law. He loved money much, and was feared of all. Still, he
had many friends, for as he aged he grew more kindly. He had in
marriage Gudruda, the daughter of Björn, who was very sweet and kindly
of nature, so that they called her Gudruda the Gentle. Of this
marriage there were two children, Björn and Gudruda the Fair; but
Björn grew up like his father in youth, strong and hard, and greedy of
gain, while, except for her wonderful beauty, Gudruda was her mother's
child alone.

The mother of Swanhild the Fatherless was Groa the Witch. She was a
Finn, and it is told of her that the ship on which she sailed, trying
to run under the lee of the Westman Isles in a great gale from the
north-east, was dashed to pieces on a rock, and all those on board of
her were caught in the net of Ran(*) and drowned, except Groa herself,
who was saved by her magic art. This at the least is true, that, as
Asmund the Priest rode down by the sea-shore on the morning after the
gale, seeking for some strayed horses, he found a beautiful woman, who
wore a purple cloak and a great girdle of gold, seated on a rock,
combing her black hair and singing the while; and, at her feet,
washing to and fro in a pool, was a dead man. He asked whence she
came, and she answered:

"Out of the Swan's Bath."

(*) The Norse goddess of the sea.

Next, he asked her where were her kin. But, pointing to the dead man,
she said that this alone was left of them.

"Who was the man, then?" said Asmund the Priest.

She laughed again and sang this song:--

Groa sails up from the Swan's Bath,
Death Gods grip the Dead Man's hand.
Look where lies her luckless husband,
Bolder sea-king ne'er swung sword!
Asmund, keep the kirtle-wearer,
For last night the Norns were crying,
And Groa thought they told of thee:
Yea, told of thee and babes unborn.

"How knowest thou my name?" asked Asmund.

"The sea-mews cried it as the ship sank, thine and others--and they
shall be heard in story."

"Then that is the best of luck," quoth Asmund; "but I think that thou
art fey."(*)

(*) I.e. subject to supernatural presentiments, generally connected
with approaching doom.

"Ay," she answered, "fey and fair."

"True enough thou art fair. What shall we do with this dead man?"

"Leave him in the arms of Ran. So may all husbands lie."

They spoke no more with her at that time, seeing that she was a
witchwoman. But Asmund took her up to Middalhof, and gave her a farm,
and she lived there alone, and he profited much by her wisdom.


Now it chanced that Gudruda the Gentle was with child, and when her
time came she gave a daughter birth--a very fair girl, with dark eyes.
On the same day, Groa the witchwoman brought forth a girl-child, and
men wondered who was its father, for Groa was no man's wife. It was
women's talk that Asmund the Priest was the father of this child also;
but when he heard it he was angry, and said that no witchwoman should
bear a bairn of his, howsoever fair she was. Nevertheless, it was
still said that the child was his, and it is certain that he loved it
as a man loves his own; but of all things, this is the hardest to
know. When Groa was questioned she laughed darkly, as was her fashion,
and said that she knew nothing of it, never having seen the face of
the child's father, who rose out of the sea at night. And for this
cause some thought him to have been a wizard or the wraith of her dead
husband; but others said that Groa lied, as many women have done on
such matters. But of all this talk the child alone remained and she
was named Swanhild.

Now, but an hour before the child of Gudruda the Gentle was born,
Asmund went up from his house to the Temple, to tend the holy fire
that burned night and day upon the altar. When he had tended the fire,
he sat down upon the cross-benches before the shrine, and, gazing on
the image of the Goddess Freya, he fell asleep and dreamed a very evil

He dreamed that Gudruda the Gentle bore a dove most beautiful to see,
for all its feathers were of silver; but that Groa the Witch bore a
golden snake. And the snake and the dove dwelt together, and ever the
snake sought to slay the dove. At length there came a great white swan
flying over Coldback Fell, and its tongue was a sharp sword. Now the
swan saw the dove and loved it, and the dove loved the swan; but the
snake reared itself, and hissed, and sought to kill the dove. But the
swan covered her with his wings, and beat the snake away. Then he,
Asmund, came out and drove away the swan, as the swan had driven the
snake, and it wheeled high into the air and flew south, and the snake
swam away also through the sea. But the dove drooped and now it was
blind. Then an eagle came from the north, and would have taken the
dove, but it fled round and round, crying, and always the eagle drew
nearer to it. At length, from the south the swan came back, flying
heavily, and about its neck was twined the golden snake, and with it
came a raven. And it saw the eagle and loud it trumpeted, and shook
the snake from it so that it fell like a gleam of gold into the sea.
Then the eagle and the swan met in battle, and the swan drove the
eagle down and broke it with his wings, and, flying to the dove,
comforted it. But those in the house ran out and shot at the swan with
bows and drove it away, but now he, Asmund, was not with them. And
once more the dove drooped. Again the swan came back, and with it the
raven, and a great host were gathered against them, and, among them,
all of Asmund's kith and kin, and the men of his quarter and some of
his priesthood, and many whom he did not know by face. And the swan
flew at Björn his son, and shot out the sword of its tongue and slew
him, and many a man it slew thus. And the raven, with a beak and claws
of steel, slew also many a man, so that Asmund's kindred fled and the
swan slept by the dove. But as it slept the golden snake crawled out
of the sea, and hissed in the ears of men, and they rose up to follow
it. It came to the swan and twined itself about its neck. It struck at
the dove and slew it. Then the swan awoke and the raven awoke, and
they did battle till all who remained of Asmund's kindred and people
were dead. But still the snake clung about the swan's neck, and
presently snake and swan fell into the sea, and far out on the sea
there burned a flame of fire. And Asmund awoke trembling and left the

Now as he went, a woman came running, and weeping as she ran.

"Haste, haste!" she cried; "a daughter is born to thee, and Gudruda
thy wife is dying!"

"Is it so?" said Asmund; "after ill dreams ill tidings."

Now in the bed-closet off the great hall of Middalhof lay Gudruda the
Gentle and she was dying.

"Art thou there, husband?" she said.

"Even so, wife."

"Thou comest in an evil hour, for it is my last. Now hearken. Take
thou the new-born babe within thine arms and kiss it, and pour water
over it, and name it with my name."

This Asmund did.

"Hearken, my husband. I have been a good wife to thee, though thou
hast not been all good to me. But thus shalt thou atone: thou shalt
swear that, though she is a girl, thou wilt not cast this bairn forth
to perish, but wilt cherish and nurture her."

"I swear it," he said.

"And thou shalt swear that thou wilt not take the witchwoman Groa to
wife, nor have anything to do with her, and this for thine own sake:
for, if thou dost, she will be thy death. Dost thou swear?"

"I swear it," he said.

"It is well; but, husband, if thou dost break thine oath, either in
the words or in the spirit of the words, evil shall overtake thee and
all thy house. Now bid me farewell, for I die."

He bent over her and kissed her, and it is said that Asmund wept in
that hour, for after his fashion he loved his wife.

"Give me the babe," she said, "that it may lie once upon my breast."

They gave her the babe and she looked upon its dark eyes and said:

"Fairest of women shalt thou be, Gudruda--fair as no woman in Iceland
ever was before thee; and thou shalt love with a mighty love--and thou
shalt lose--and, losing, thou shalt find again."

Now, it is said that, as she spoke these words, her face grew bright
as a spirit's, and, having spoken them, she fell back dead. And they
laid her in earth, but Asmund mourned her much.

But, when all was over and done, the dream that he had dreamed lay
heavy on him. Now of all diviners of dreams Groa was the most skilled,
and when Gudruda had been in earth seven full days, Asmund went to
Groa, though doubtfully, because of his oath.

He came to the house and entered. On a couch in the chamber lay Groa,
and her babe was on her breast and she was very fair to see.

"Greeting, lord!" she said. "What wouldest thou here?"

"I have dreamed a dream, and thou alone canst read it."

"That is as it may be," she answered. "It is true that I have some
skill in dreams. At the least I will hear it."

Then he unfolded it to her every word.

"What wilt thou give me if I read thy dream?" she said.

"What dost thou ask? Methinks I have given thee much."

"Yea, lord," and she looked at the babe upon her breast. "I ask but a
little thing: that thou shalt take this bairn in thy arms, pour water
over it and name it."

"Men will talk if I do this, for it is the father's part."

"It is a little thing what men say: talk goes by as the wind.
Moreover, thou shalt give them the lie in the child's name, for it
shall be Swanhild the Fatherless. Nevertheless that is my price. Pay
it if thou wilt."

"Read me the dream and I will name the child."

"Nay, first name thou the babe: for then no harm shall come to her at
thy hands."

So Asmund took the child, poured water over her, and named her.

Then Groa spoke: "This lord, is the reading of thy dream, else my
wisdom is at fault: The silver dove is thy daughter Gudruda, the
golden snake is my daughter Swanhild, and these two shall hate one the
other and strive against each other. But the swan is a mighty man whom
both shall love, and, if he love not both, yet shall belong to both.
And thou shalt send him away; but he shall return and bring bad luck
to thee and thy house, and thy daughter shall be blind with love of
him. And in the end he shall slay the eagle, a great lord from the
north who shall seek to wed thy daughter, and many another shall he
slay, by the help of that raven with the bill of steel who shall be
with him. But Swanhild shall triumph over thy daughter Gudruda, and
this man, and the two of them, shall die at her hands, and, for the
rest, who can say? But this is true--that the mighty man shall bring
all thy race to an end. See now, I have read thy rede."

Then Asmund was very wroth. "Thou wast wise to beguile me to name thy
bastard brat," he said; "else had I been its death within this hour."

"This thou canst not do, lord, seeing that thou hast held it in thy
arms," Groa answered, laughing. "Go rather and lay out Gudruda the
Fair on Coldback Hill; so shalt thou make an end of the evil, for
Gudruda shall be its very root. Learn this, moreover: that thy dream
does not tell all, seeing that thou thyself must play a part in the
fate. Go, send forth the babe Gudruda, and be at rest."

"That cannot be, for I have sworn to cherish it, and with an oath that
may not be broken."

"It is well," laughed Groa. "Things will befall as they are fated; let
them befall in their season. There is space for cairns on Coldback and
the sea can shroud its dead!"

And Asmund went thence, angered at heart.

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Now, it must be told that, five years before the day of the death ofGudruda the Gentle, Saevuna, the wife of Thorgrimur Iron-Toe, gavebirth to a son, at Coldback in the Marsh, on Ran River, and when hisfather came to look upon the child he called out aloud:"Here we have a wondrous bairn, for his hair is yellow like gold andhis eyes shine bright as stars." And Thorgrimur named him EricBrighteyes.Now, Coldback is but an hour's ride from Middalhof, and it chanced, inafter years, that Thorgrimur went up to Middalhof, to keep the Yulefeast and worship in the Temple, for he

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Eric Brighteyes - INTRODUCTION
"Eric Brighteyes" is a romance founded on the Icelandic Sagas. "Whatis a saga?" "Is it a fable or a true story?" The answer is notaltogether simple. For such sagas as those of Burnt Njal and Grettirthe Strong partake both of truth and fiction: historians dispute as tothe proportions. This was the manner of the saga's growth: In theearly days of the Iceland community--that republic of aristocrats--say, between the dates 900 and 1100 of our era, a quarrel would arisebetween two great families. As in the case of the Njal Saga, itscause, probably, was the ill doings of some noble woman. This