In front came Svend, the King of the Danes, Sweeping down with his fifty rowers; To the right, the Swedish king with his thanes; And on board of the Iron-Beard Earl Eric steered On the left with his oars. "These soft Danes and Swedes," said the King, “At home with their wives had better stay, Than come within reach of my Serpent's sting; But where Eric the Norseman leads Heroic deeds Will be done to-day!" Then as together the vessels crashed, Eric severed the cables of hide With which King Olaf's ships were lashed, And left them to drive and drift With the currents swift Of the outward tide. EINAR TAMBERSKELVER. Ir was Einar Tamberskelver As he sat concealed, Half behind the quarter-railing, First an arrow struck the tiller, "Sing, O Eyvind Skaldaspiller," Grazed his coat of mail. Turning to a Lapland yeoman, Said Earl Eric, "Shoot that bowman Sooner than the word was spoken Flew the yeoman's shaft; Einar's bow in twain was broken, Einar only laughed. "What was that?" said Olaf, standing On the quarter-deck. "Something heard I like the stranding Of a shattered wreck." Einar then, the arrow taking From the loosened string, Answered, "That was Norway breaking From thy hand, O king!” "Thou art but a poor diviner," Straightway Olaf said; "Take my bow, and swifter, Einar, Let thy shafts be sped." Of his bows the fairest choosing, Einar saw the blood-drops oozing But the bow was thin and narrow; O'er its head he drew the arrow, Said, with hot and angry temper "Olaf! for so great a Kämper Then, with smile of joy defiant Scaled he, light and self-reliant, Loose his golden locks were flowing, XXI. KING OLAF'S DEATH-DRINK. ALL day has the battle raged, The vengeance of Eric the Earl. The decks with blood are red, They drift as wrecks on the tide, Ah! never shall Norway again Or asleep in the billows blue! On the deck stands Olaf the King, The spears that the foemen fling, And the stones they hurl with their hands. In the midst of the stones and the spears, By the side of King Olaf he stands. Of the Long Serpent's deck He hews with his axe at the mast, Seeking King Olaf then, Of the bear, when he stands at bay. "Remember Jarl Hakon!" he cries; And both have leapt from the ship. Earl Eric's men in the boats While far on the opposite side There is told a wonderful tale, How the King stripped off his mail, Like leaves of the brown sea-kale, As he swam beneath the main; But the young grew old and grey, |