Denmark -- History -- To 1241; Folklore -- Scandinavia
One of the common people, seeing him, thinking two swords superfluous
for the use of an old man, mockingly asked him to make him a present
of one of them. Starkad, holding out hopes of consent, bade him come
nearer, drew the sword from his side, and ran him through. This was
seen by a certain Hather, whose father Hlenne Starkad had once killed in
repentance for his own impious crime. Hatfier was hunting game with his
dogs, but now gave over the chase, and bade two of his companions
spur their horses hard and charge at the old man to frighten him. They
galloped forward, and tried to make off, but were stopped by the staves
of Starkad, and paid for it with their lives. Hather, terrified by the
sight, galloped up closer, and saw who the old man was, but without
being recognized by him in turn; and asked him if he would like to
exchange his sword for a carriage. Starkad replied that he used in old
days to chastise jeerers, and that the insolent had never insulted him
unpunished. But his sightless eyes could not recognize the features
of the youth; so he composed a song, wherein he should declare the
greatness of his anger, as follows:
"As the unreturning waters sweep down the channel; so, as the years run
by, the life of man flows on never to come back; fast gallops the cycle
of doom, child of old age who shall make an end of all. Old age smites
alike the eyes and the steps of men, robs the warrior of his speech and
soul, tarnishes his fame by slow degrees, and wipes out his deeds of
honour. It seizes his failing limbs, chokes his panting utterance, and
numbs his nimble wit. When a cough is taken, when the skin itches with
the scab, and the teeth are numb and hollow, and the stomach turns
squeamish,--then old age banishes the grace of youth, covers the
complexion with decay, and sows many a wrinkle in the dusky skin. Old
age crushes noble arts, brings down the memorials of men of old, and
scorches ancient glories up; shatters wealth, hungrily gnaws away the
worth and good of virtue, turns athwart and disorders all things.
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