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

11 See note about Valkyrias on page 198.

12 See note about Odin's ravens on page 198.

13 See note about Reykjavik on page 199.

      Eric the Red

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      It was a spring day many years after Ingolf died. All the freemen in the west of Iceland had come to a meeting. Here they made laws and punished men for having done wrong. The meeting was over now. Men were walking about the plain and talking. Everybody seemed much excited. Voices were loud, arms were swinging.

      "It was an unjust decision," some one cried. "Eric killed the men in fair fight. The judges outlawed him because they were afraid. His foe Thorgest has many rich and powerful men to back him."

      "No, no!" said another. "Eric is a bloody man. I am glad he is out of Iceland."

      Just then a big man with bushy red hair and beard stalked through the crowd. He looked straight ahead and scowled.

      "There he goes," people said, and turned to look after him.

      "His hands are as red as his beard," some said, and frowned.

      But others looked at him and smiled, saying:

      "He walks like Thor the Fearless."

      "His story would make a fine song," one said. "As strong and as brave and as red as Thor! Always in a quarrel. A man of many places—Norway, the north of Iceland, the west of Iceland, those little islands off the shore of Iceland. Outlawed from all of them on account of his quarrels. Where will he go now, I wonder?"

      This Eric strode down to the shore with his men following.

      "He is in a black temper," they said. "We should best not talk to him."

      So they made ready the boat in silence. Eric got into the pilot's seat and they sailed off. Soon they pulled the ship up on their own shore. Eric strolled into his house and called for supper. When the drinking-horns had been filled and emptied, Eric pulled himself up and smiled and shouted out so that the great room was full of his big voice:

      "There is no friend like mead. It always cheers a man's heart."

      Then laughter and talking began in the hall because Eric's good temper had come back. After a while Eric said:

"Well, I must off somewhere. I have been driven about from place to place, like a seabird in a storm. And there is always a storm about me. It is my sword's fault. She is ever itching to break her peace-bands14 and be out and at the play. She has shut Norway to me and now Iceland. Where will you go next, old comrade?" and he pulled out his sword and looked at it and smiled as the fire flashed on it.

      "There are some of us who will follow you wherever you go, Eric," called a man from across the fire.

      "Is it so?" Eric cried, leaping up. "Oh! then we shall have some merry times yet. Who will go with me?"

      More than half the men in the hall jumped to their feet and waved their drinking-horns and shouted:

      "I! I!"

      Eric sat down in his chair and laughed.

      "O you bloody birds of battle!" he cried. "Ever hungry for new frolic! Our swords are sisters in blood, and we are brothers in adventure. Do you know what is in my heart to do?"

      He jumped to his feet, and his face glowed. Then he laughed as he looked at his men.

      "I see the answer flashing from your eyes," he said, "that you will do it even if it is to go down to Niflheim and drag up Hela, the pale queen of the stiff dead."

      His men pounded on the tables and shouted:

      "Yes! Yes! Anywhere behind Eric!"

      "But it is not to Niflheim," Eric laughed. "Did you ever hear that story that Gunnbiorn told? He was sailing for Iceland, but the fog came down, and then the wind caught him and blew him far off. While he drifted about he saw a strange land that rose up white and shining out of a blue sea. Huge ships of ice sailed out from it and met him. I mean to sail to that land."

      A great shout went up that shook the rafters. Then the men sat and talked over plans. While they sat, a stranger came into the hall.

      "I have no time to drink," he said. "I have a message from your friend Eyjolf. He says that Thorgest with all his men means to come here and catch you to-night. Eyjolf bids you come to him, and he will hide you until you are ready to start; for he loves you."

      "Hunted like a wolf from corner to corner of the world!" Eric cried angrily. "Will they not even let me finish one feast?"

      Then he laughed.

      "But if I take my sport like a wolf, I must be hunted like one. So we shall sleep to-night in the woods about Eyjolf's house, comrades, instead of in these good beds. Well, we have done it before."

      "And it is no bad place," cried some of the men.

      "I always liked the stars better than a smoky house fire," said one.

      "Can no bad fortune spoil your good nature?" laughed Eric. "But now we are off. Let every man carry what he can."

      So they quickly loaded themselves with clothes and gold and swords and spears and kettles of food. Eric led his wife Thorhild and his two young sons, Thorstein and Leif. All together they got into the boat and went to Eyjolf's farm. For a week or more they stayed in his woods, sometimes in a secret cave of his when they knew that Thorgest was about. And sometimes Eyjolf sent and said:

      "Thorgest is off. Come to my house for a feast."

      All this time they were making ready for the voyage, repairing the ship and filling it with stores. Word of what Eric meant to do got out, and men laughed and said:

      "Is that not like Eric? What will he not do?"

      Some men liked the sound of it, and they came to Eric and said:

      "We will go with you to this strange land."

      So all were ready and they pushed off with Eric's family aboard and those friends who had joined him. They took horses and cattle with them, and all kinds of tools and food.

      "I do not well know where this land is," Eric said. "Gunnbiorn said only that he sailed east when he came home to Iceland. So I will steer straight west. We shall surely find something. I do not know, either, how long we must go."

      So they sailed that strange ocean, never dreaming what might be ahead of them. They found no islands to rest on. They met heavy fogs.

      One day as Eric sat in the pilot's seat, he said:

      "I think that I see one of Gunnbiorn's ships of ice. Shall we sail up to her and see what kind of a craft she is?"

      "Yes," shouted his men.

      So they went on toward it.

      "It sends out a cold breath," said one of the men.

      They all wrapped their cloaks about them.

      "It