Denmark -- History -- To 1241; Folklore -- Scandinavia
This speech so quickened the spirit of Hagbard, that he found more
pleasure in her promise than peril in his own going away (to his death).
The serving-women betrayed him; and when Sigar's men-at-arms attacked
him, he defended himself long and stubbornly, and slew many of them in
the doorway. But at last he was taken, and brought before the assembly,
and found the voices of the people divided over him. For very many said
that he should be punished for so great an offence; but Bilwis, the
brother of Bolwis, and others, conceived a better judgment, and advised
that it would be better to use his stout service than to deal with him
too ruthlessly. Then Bolwis came forward and declared that it was evil
advice which urged the king to pardon when he ought to take vengeance,
and to soften with unworthy compassion his righteous impulse to anger.
For how could Sigar, in the case of this man, feel any desire to spare
or pity him, when he had not only robbed him of the double comfort of
his sons, but had also bestained him with the insult of deflowering
his daughter? The greater part of the assembly voted for this opinion;
Hagbard was condemned, and a gallows-tree planted to receive him. Hence
it came about that he who at first had hardly one sinister voice against
him was punished with general harshness. Soon after the queen handed him
a cup, and, bidding him assuage his thirst, vexed him with threats after
this manner:
"Now, insolent Hagbard, whom the whole assembly has pronounced worthy of
death, now to quench thy thirst thou shalt give thy lips liquor to drink
in a cup of horn.
"Wherefore cast away fear, and, at this last hour of thy life, taste
with bold lips the deadly goblet;
"That, having drunk it, thou mayst presently land by the dwellings of
those below, passing into the sequestered palace of stern Dis, giving
thy body to the gibbet and thy spirit to Orcus."
Then the young man took the cup offered him, and is said to have made
answer as follows:
"With this hand, wherewith I cut off thy twin sons, I will take my last
taste, yea the draught of the last drink.
"Now not unavenged shall I go to the Elysian regions, not unchastising
to the stern ghosts. For these men have first been shut in the dens of
Tartarus by a slaughter wrought by my endeavours. This right hand was
wet with blood that was yours, this hand robbed thy children of the
years of their youth, children whom thy womb brought to light; but
the deadly sword spared it not then. Infamous woman, raving in spirit,
hapless, childless mother, no years shall restore to thee the lost, no
time and no day whatsoever shall save thy child from the starkness of
death, or redeem him!"
Thus he avenged the queen's threats of death by taunting her with the
youths whom he had slain; and, flinging back the cup at her, drenched
her face with the sprinkled wine.
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