Classics Retold – World's Greatest Tales Adapted for the Youngest. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу

their new homes. King Harald's fine ships were scarred by viking stones and scorched by viking fire. The shields of Harald's warriors had dents from viking blows. Many of those men carried viking scars all their lives. And many of King Harald's warriors walked the long, hard road to Valhalla, and feasted there with some of these very vikings that had died in King Harald's battles. But after many hard fights on land and sea, after many men had died and many had fled away to other lands, King Harald won, and he made the men that were yet in the islands take the oath, and he left his earls to rule over them. Then he went back to Norway.

      "He has done more than he vowed to do," people said. "He has not only whipped the vikings, but he has got a new kingdom west-over-seas."

      Then they talked of that dream that his mother had.

      "King Harald was that great tree," they said. "The trunk was red with the blood of his many battles, but higher up the limbs were fair and green like this good time of peace. The topmost branches were white because Harald will live to be an old man. Just as that tree spread out until all of Norway was in its shade, and even more lands, so Harald is king of all this country and of the western islands. The many branches of that tree are the many sons of Harald, who shall be earls and kings in Norway, and their sons after them, for hundreds of years."

      Part II

      West-Over-Seas

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      Homes in Iceland

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      Men had been feasting in Ingolf's house. But there was no laughing and no shouting of jokes. Ingolf sat in his high seat frowning and gloomy. His head hung on his breast. He was staring into the fire. Now he raised his head and looked about the hall.

      "Comrades," he said, "what shall we do? Herstein and Holmstein died by our swords. Their kinsmen hunger to kill us. Besides, when Harald hears of our deed, there will not be a safe place in Norway for us. He will never let a man fight out an honest quarrel. Where shall we go?"

      A man stood up from the bench.

      "We have friends in the Shetlands," he said. "Let us find homes there."

      Then Leif, in the high seat opposite Ingolf, stood up.

"No, not the Shetlands, my foster-brother.10 They are crowded already. Besides, Harald will not long keep his hands off them. Then they will be no better than Norway. England and Ireland and Scotland are old. My eyes ache for something new. What of that far island that Floki found? It is empty. We could choose our land from the whole country. There is good fishing. There are green valleys. And Butter Thorolf says that butter drops from every weed. There are mountains and deserts where we may find adventure. I say, let us steer for Iceland!"

      When he stopped, many of the men shouted:

      "Yes! Iceland!"

      But an old man stood up.

      "We have all laughed at that tale of Butter Thorolf's," he said. "But Floki himself said that the sea about the island is full of ice that pushes upon the land, that no ship can live in that water in the winter, that great mountains of ice cover the island. Did not all his cattle die there of hunger and cold, and did he not come back to Norway cursing Iceland?"

      "Oh, Sighvat, you are old and fearful," called out Leif, and he laughed.

      Then he stretched himself up and threw back his head.

      "Are we afraid of ice? Have we not seen angry water before? I have been hungry, but I have never died of it. Surely if there are fish in the sea and grass in the valleys, we can live there. I should like to stand on a hill and look around on a wide land and think, 'This is all ours,' and out upon a rough sea and think, 'Far off there are our foes and they dare not come over to us.' Besides, we shall have no Shockhead Harald to lord it over us. We can come and go and feast and fight as we please. We shall be our own kings. And our ships will be always waiting to take us away, when we are weary of it. And we shall see things that other men have never seen. I am tired of the old things. Perhaps in after days men will make songs about 'those foster-brothers, Ingolf and Leif, who made a new country in a wonderful land, and whose sons and grandsons are mighty men in Iceland!'"

      Ingolf leaped up from his chair.

      "By the strong arm of Thor!" he cried, "I like the sound of it. Now I make my vow."

      He raised his drinking-horn.

      "I vow that I will find this Iceland and pass the winter there, and that if man can live upon it I will go back there and set up my home."

      "And I vow that I will follow my foster-brother," cried Leif.

      And many men vowed to go.

      So on the next day they began to make ready a boat. They looked her over carefully and recalked every seam and freshly painted her and put into her their strongest oars and made her a new sail.

      "This will be the longest voyage that she ever made," Ingolf said.

      When the work was done, they put into her great stores, axes, hammers, fish-nets, cooking-kettles, kegs of ale, chests of hard bread, chests of smoked meat, brass kettles full of flour, skin bottles of water. They stowed these things away in the ends of the ship. When they were ready they put in four head of cattle.

      "We shall need the milk and perhaps the meat," Ingolf said.

      Many men wished to go, but Ingolf had said:

      "There is little room to spare and little food and drink. I have planned for half a year. But perhaps we must be sailing longer than that. Our food may run short. We must not have extra mouths to feed. There are thirty oars in our boat. I will take only one man for every oar, and Leif and I will steer."

      So they started off. Leif stood in the prow leaning forward and looking far ahead, and he sang:

      "What does the swimming dragon smell?

       A stormy sea, an empty land,

       Hunger, darkness, giants, fire.

       Leif and his sword do laugh at that."

      They sailed for days and saw no land. Sometimes they passed ships and always made sure to sail close enough to hail them.

      "Where are you going?" Ingolf would call.

      "To Norway," would come back the answer.

      "For trade or fight?" Leif would shout.

      Then would ring out a great laugh from that boat and this answer:

      "A shut mouth is a good friend."

      So the two ships sailed on, and the men were glad to have heard a greeting and to have called one.

      But at last there were the Shetlands.

      "We will go in here and rest," Ingolf said.

      When they rowed to shore a certain Shetland man stood there. He watched them land and looked them all over. Then he walked up to Ingolf and said:

      "You look like brave men. Welcome to Shetland. You shall come to my house and rest your legs from ship-going and fill your stomachs. I hunger for news of Norway."

      So they went to his house and stayed there for three days. And good it seemed to be near a fire and in a quiet bed and before a steaming platter. When they went to the shore to start off again, the Shetland man had his thralls carry a keg of ale and a great kettle of cooked meat and put them into the ship.

      "Think of