And seeing their leader stark and dead, "O King, baptize us with thy holy water!" So all the Drontheim land became A Christian land in name and fame, And as a blood-atonement, soon King Olaf wed the fair Gudrun; And thus in peace ended the Drontheim Hus-Ting! VIII. GUDRUN. ON King Olaf's bridal night At the fatal midnight hour, Close against her heaving breast, Is cold and keen. On the cairn are fixed her eyes What a bridal night is this? Like the drifting snow she sweeps "What is that," King Olaf said, ""Tis the bodkin that I wear "Forests have ears, and fields have Often treachery lurking lies Gudrun beware!" Ere the earliest peep of morn IX. THANGBRAND THE PRIEST. SHORT of stature, large of limb, With nodding head, "There goes Thangbrand, Olaf's Priest." LOUD the angry wind was wailing To the mouth of Salten Fiord. Though the flying sea-spray drenches, Of the champions there on board, All without the Fiord was quiet, Raud the Strong was wont to ride. And the sea through all its tide-ways ""Tis the warlock! 'tis the demon To the ship's bow he ascended, On the bow stood Bishop Sigurd, High amid the rain and mist. Then with holy water sprinkled As into the Fiord they darted, Steadily rowed King Olaf's ships; Till at last they reached Raud's dwelling Not a guard was at the doorway, Not a glimmer of light was seen. But at anchor, carved and gilded, With its crest and scales of green. Up the stairway, softly creeping, Bolt and bar that held the door. Drunken with sleep and ale they found him, Then King Olaf said: "O Sea-King! Be baptized, or thou shalt die!” But in scorn the heathen scoffer Thee and thy Gospel I defy!" Then between his jaws distended, Touched by fire, they forced to glide. Sharp his tooth was as an arrow, |