The Iron Arrow Head or The Buckler Maiden: A Tale of the Northman InvasionSue, Eugène
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The Iron Arrow Head or The Buckler Maiden: A Tale of the Northman Invasion
Sue, Eugène
Northmen -- Fiction
Old Rolf stood erect on top of his _kastali_. His mien was savage. It
looked inspired. His weapon and hands streamed blood. At his feet,
stretched out in a pool of blood, and still palpitating with its ebbing
life, lay the body of a white horse that was taken from the stables of
the Abbot of St. Denis, bound by the four feet, and raised with the aid
of pulleys and cordage to the platform of the _kastali_ in order to be
there solemnly sacrificed to Odin and the gods of the North. When the
sacrifice was done, the old pirate took his ivory horn and blew three
times, giving a particular intonation to each blast. The chief of each
vessel put his horn to his own lips and repeated the signal given by
Rolf. Thus the signal ran from mouth to mouth, from one end of the fleet
to the other. The war-songs of the pirates were hushed, and immediately,
obedient to the order given by the blast from their chief's horn, the
Northmans maneuvered their sails in such manner that their vessels
remained motionless on the current of the stream. The _holkers_ of Gaëlo
and of Shigne served as scouts to the _drekar_ of Rolf and sailed a
little distance ahead of him. The old pirate hailed the two young
leaders and ordered them to board his _drekar_. Both obeyed and crossed
over a narrow plank furnished with solid cramp-irons that was thrown out
to each of the _holkers_ from the sides of Grimsnoth. The Buckler
Maiden, still pale from the loss of blood, wore her head bandaged under
the iron hair-net that she used for a casque. At the moment when she was
about to ascend the _kastali_ of Rolf, Gaëlo said to the heroine:
"Shigne, war has its hazards; I may be killed to-morrow. Become my wife
this night. Let our union be consummated."
The Buckler Maiden blushed; her eyes, that never before were dropped at
the sight of man, now felt veiled by a mist before the ardent gaze of
Gaëlo; in a low and trembling voice she answered:
"Gaëlo, you vanquished me; I belong to you; I am proud that I do; I
could belong to no braver man. Rolf has been a father to me. I should
consult him on your request. If he says yes, I will say yes, and from
to-night I shall be yours." Without another word the warrior maid
preceded Gaëlo to the platform of the _kastali_ where the old pirate
stood awaiting them.
"Gaëlo," said Rolf, "you and Shigne shall precede the fleet; ply your
oars and reach Paris with your two _holkers_."
"Never shall I have obeyed you with greater joy."
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