The Viking Age. Volume 2 (of 2): The early history, manners, and customs of the ancestors of the English-speaking nationsDu Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
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The Viking Age. Volume 2 (of 2): The early history, manners, and customs of the ancestors of the English-speaking nations
The sea begins to swell much,
The clouds are now struck,
Old witchcraft causes
That the sea moves;
I will not fight Ægir
In the gale;
Let the Solundir
Shelter the men.
“They laid the ship under the Solundir in order to wait there. At once
the wind fell. They then sailed out from the island in good hope, for
they had a fair wind for awhile. Then the wind grew stronger. When they
(Fridthjof and his foster-brother Björn) were a long way out at sea, the
sea began to move fearfully again, and such a snowstorm arose that the
men in the stern and the stem could not see the other, and the ship was
so filled with water that they had to bale it all the time. Fridthjof
sang:
We, the renowned warriors of chiefs,
Have come out on the deep;
We cannot see the waves
On account of the witch-storm.
The Solundir (isles) are out of sight,
And all the eighteen men
That defend Ellidi
Stand baling.
“Björn said: ‘The one who travels widely must meet good and evil.’ ‘That
is certain, foster-brother,’ said Fridthjof.
“Fridthjof said this was the time to try good men, though it was easier
to sit in Baldrshagi. They made themselves ready with boldness, for
valiant men were in the ship, and it was the best ship which has been in
the northern lands. Fridthjof sang:
The waves cannot be seen;
We have come westward in the sea;
All the sea looks
As if one saw embers;[144]
The breakers tumble down,
The swan-tops make mounds;[145]
Now Ellidi is overrun
By a high billow.
“Then great waves dashed over the ship so that they stood all baling.
The soft-mouthed maiden
East on the swan-slope
Where the clothes lay bleaching
Will drink if I sink.
“Björn said: ‘Thinkest thou the maidens of Sogn will weep much over
thee?’ Fridthjof said: ‘Surely, that is in my mind.’ Then the waves rose
at the stem so that they rushed into the ship; but the ship was good,
and hardy men were in it. Björn sang:
It is not like when a maiden
Wants to drink to thee,
A bright ring-wearing one
That asks thee to come nearer;
Salt is in my eyes;
They are bathed;
My strong arms fail;
My eyelids are smarting.
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