CHAPTER XXX--THIODOLF IS BORNE OUT OF THE HALL AND OTTER IS LAID BESIDEHIM
So when they heard her voice they came thither flockmeal, and a greatthrong mingled of many kindreds was in the Hall, but with one consentthey made way for the Children of the Wolf to stand nearest to the dais.So there they stood, the warriors mingled with the women, the swains withthe old men, the freemen with the thralls: for now the stay-at-homes ofthe House were all gotten into the garth, and the more part of them hadflowed into the feast-hall when they knew that the fire was slackening.
All these now had heard the clear voice of the Hall-Sun, or others hadtold them what had befallen; and the wave of grief had swept coldly overthem amidst their joy of the recoverance of their dwelling-place; yetthey would not wail nor cry aloud, even to ease their sorrow, till theyhad heard the words of the Hall-Sun, as she stood facing them besidetheir dead War-duke.
Then she spake: "O Sorli the Old, come up hither! thou hast been myfellow in arms this long while."
So the old man came forth, and went slowly in his clashing war-gear up onto the dais. But his attire gleamed and glittered, since over-old was heto thrust deep into the press that day, howbeit he was wise in war. Sohe stood beside her on the dais holding his head high, and proud helooked, for all his thin white locks and sunken eyes.
But again said the Hall-Sun: "Canst thou hear me, Wolfkettle, when I bidthee stand beside me, or art thou, too, gone on the road to Valhall?"
Forth then strode that mighty warrior and went toward the dais: noughtfair was his array to look on; for point and edge had rent it and stainedit red, and the flaring of the hall-flames had blackened it; his face wasstreaked with black withal, and his hands were as the hands of a smithamong the thralls who hath wrought unwashen in the haste and hurry whenmen look to see the war-arrow abroad. But he went up on to the dais andheld up his head proudly, and looked forth on to the hall-crowd with eyesthat gleamed fiercely from his stained and blackened face.
Again the Hall-Sun said: "Art thou also alive, O Egil the messenger?Swift are thy feet, but not to flee from the foe: Come up and stand withus!"
Therewith Egil clave the throng; he was not so roughly dealt with as wasWolfkettle, for he was a bowman, and had this while past shot down on theRomans from aloof; and he yet held his bended bow in his hand. He alsocame up on to the dais and stood beside Wolfkettle glancing down on thehall-crowd, looking eagerly from side to side.
Yet again the Hall-Sun spake: "No aliens now are dwelling in the Mark;come hither, ye men of the kindreds! Come thou, our brother Hiarandi ofthe Elkings, for thy sisters, our wives, are fain of thee. Come thou,Valtyr of the Laxings, brother's son of Otter; do thou for the War-dukewhat thy father's brother had done, had he not been faring afar. Comethou, Geirbald of the Shieldings the messenger! Now know we the deeds ofothers and thy deeds. Come, stand beside us for a little!"
Forth then they came in their rent and battered war-gear: and the tallHiarandi bore but the broken truncheon of his sword; and Valtyr awoodman's axe notched and dull with work; and Geirbald a Romancast-spear, for his own weapons had been broken in the medley; and hecame the last of the three, going as a belated reaper from the acres.There they stood by the others and gazed adown the hall-throng.
But the Hall-Sun spake again: "Agni of the Daylings, I see thee now. Howcamest thou into the hard handplay, old man? Come hither and stand withus, for we love thee. Angantyr of the Bearings, fair was thy riding onthe day of the Battle on the Ridge! Come thou, be with us. Shall theBeamings whose daughters we marry fail the House of the Wolf to-day?Geirodd, thou hast no longer a weapon, but the fight is over, and thishour thou needest it not. Come to us, brother! Gunbald of the Vallings,the Falcon on thy shield is dim with the dint of point and edge, but ithath done its work to ward thy valiant heart: Come hither, friend! Comeall ye and stand with us!"
As she named them so they came, and they went up on to the dais and stoodaltogether; and a terrible band of warriors they looked had the fightbeen to begin over again, and they to meet death once more. And againspake the Hall-Sun:
"Steinulf and Grani, deft are your hands! Take ye the stalks of the warblossoms, the spears of the kindreds, and knit them together to make abier for our War-duke, for he is weary and may not go afoot. Thou Ali,son of Grey; thou hast gone errands for me before; go forth now from thegarth, and wend thy ways toward the water, and tell me when thou comestback what thou hast seen of the coming of the wain-burg. For by thistime it should be drawing anigh."
So Ali went forth, and there was silence of words for a while in theHall; but there arose the sound of the wood-wrights busy with the wimbleand the hammer about the bier. No long space had gone by when Ali cameback into the hall panting with his swift running; and he cried out:
"O Hall-Sun, they are coming; the last wain hath crossed the ford, andthe first is hard at hand: bright are their banners in the sun."
Then said the Hall-Sun: "O warriors, it is fitting that we go to meet ourbanners returning from the field, and that we do the Gods to wit whatdeeds we have done; fitting is it also that Thiodolf our War-duke wendwith us. Now get ye into your ordered bands, and go we forth from thefire-scorched hall, and out into the sunlight, that the very earth andthe heavens may look upon the face of our War-duke, and bear witness thathe hath played his part as a man."
Then without more words the folk began to stream out of the Hall, andwithin the garth which the Romans had made they arrayed their companies.But when they were all gone from the Hall save they who were on the dais,the Hall-Sun took the waxen torch which she had litten and quenched atthe departure of the host to battle, and now she once more kindled it atthe flame of the wondrous Lamp, the Hall-Sun. But the wood-wrightsbrought the bier which they had made of the spear-shafts of the kindred,and they laid thereon a purple cloak gold-embroidered of the treasure ofthe Wolfings, and thereon was Thiodolf laid.
Then those men took him up; to wit, Sorli the Old, and Wolfkettle andEgil, all these were of the Wolfing House; Hiarandi of the Elkings also,and Valtyr of the Laxings, Geirbald of the Shieldings, Agni of theDaylings, Angantyr of the Bearings, Geirodd of the Beamings, Gunbald ofthe Vallings: all these, with the two valiant wood-wrights, Steinulf andGrani, laid hand to the bier.
So they bore it down from the dais, and out at the Man's-door into thesunlight, and the Hall-Sun followed close after it, holding in her handthe Candle of Returning. It was an hour after high-noon of a brightmidsummer day when she came out into the garth; and the smoke from thefire-scorched hall yet hung about the trees of the wood-edge. She lookedneither down towards her feet nor on the right side or the left, butstraight before her. The ordered companies of the kindreds hid the sightof many fearful things from her eyes; though indeed the thralls and womenhad mostly gleaned the dead from the living both of friend and foe, andwere tending the hurt of either host. Through an opening in the ranksmoreover could they by the bier behold the scanty band of Roman captives,some standing up, looking dully around them, some sitting or lying on thegrass talking quietly together, and it seemed by their faces that forthem the bitterness of death was passed.
Forth then fared the host by the West gate, where Thiodolf had done sovaliantly that day, and out on to the green amidst the booths and lesserdwellings. Sore then was the heart of the Hall-Sun, as she looked forthover dwelling, and acre, and meadow, and the blue line of the woodsbeyond the water, and bethought her of all the familiar things that werewithin the compass of her eyesight, and remembered the many days of herfather's loving-kindness, and the fair words wherewith he had solaced herlife-days. But of the sorrow that wrung her heart nothing showed in herface, nor was she paler now than her wont was. For high was her courage,and she would in no wise mar that fair day and victory of the kindredswith grief for what was gone, whereas so much of what once was, yetabided and should abide for ever.
Then fared they down through the acres, where what was yet left of thewheat was yellowing toward harvest, and the rye hung grey and
heavy; forbright and hot had the weather been all through these tidings. Howbeitmuch of the corn was spoiled by the trampling of the Roman bands.
So came they into the fair open meadow and saw before them the wainscoming to meet them with their folk; to wit a throng of stout carles ofthe thrall-folk led by the war-wise and ripe men of the Steerings. Brightwas the gleaming of the banner-wains, though for the lack of wind thebanners hung down about their staves; the sound of the lowing of thebulls and the oxen, the neighing of horses and bleating of the flockscame up to the ears of the host as they wended over the meadow.
They made stay at last on the rising ground, all trampled and in partsbloody, where yesterday Thiodolf had come on the fight between theremnant of Otter's men and the Romans: there they opened their ranks, andmade a ring round about a space, amidmost of which was a little moundwhereon was set the bier of Thiodolf. The wains and their warders cameup with them and drew a garth of the wains round about the ring of menwith the banners of the kindreds in their due places.
There was the Wolf and the Elk, the Falcon, the Swan, the Boar, the Bear,and the Green-tree: the Willow-bush, the Gedd, the Water-bank and theWood-Ousel, the Steer, the Mallard and the Roe-deer: all these were ofthe Mid-mark. But of the Upper-mark were the Horse and the Spear, andthe Shield, and the Daybreak, and the Dale, and the Mountain, and theBrook, and the Weasel, and the Cloud, and the Hart.
Of the Nether-mark were the Salmon, and the Lynx, and the Ling worm, theSeal, the Stone, and the Sea-mew; the Buck-goat, the Apple-tree, theBull, the Adder, and the Crane.
There they stood in the hot sunshine three hours after noon; and a littlewind came out of the west and raised the pictured cloths upon the banner-staves, so that the men could now see the images of the tokens of theirHouses and the Fathers of old time.
Now was there silence in the ring of men; but it opened presently andthrough it came all-armed warriors bearing another bier, and lo, Otterupon it, dead in his war-gear with many a grievous wound upon his body.For men had found him in an ingle of the wall of the Great Roof, where hehad been laid yesterday by the Romans when his company and the Bearingswith the Wormings made their onset: for the Romans had noted hisexceeding valour, and when they had driven off the Goths some of thembrought him dead inside their garth, for they would know the name anddignity of so valorous a man.
So now they bore him to the mound where Thiodolf lay and set the bierdown beside Thiodolf's, and the two War-dukes of the Markmen lay theretogether: and when the warriors beheld that sight, they could notforbear, but some groaned aloud, and some wept great tears, and theyclashed their swords on their shields and the sound of their sorrow andtheir praise went up to the summer heavens.
Now the Hall-Sun holding aloft the waxen torch lifted up her voice andsaid:
"O warriors of the Wolfings, by the token of the flame That here in my right hand flickers, ye are back at the House of the Name, And there yet burneth the Hall-Sun beneath the Wolfing Roof, And the flame that the foemen quickened hath died out far aloof. Ye gleanings of the battle, lift up your hearts on high, For the House of the War-wise Wolfings and the Folk undoomed to die. But ye kindreds of the Markmen, the Wolfing guests are ye, And to-night we hold the high-tide, and great shall the feasting be, For to-day by the road that we know not a many wend their ways To the Gods and the ancient Fathers, and the hope of the latter days. And how shall their feet be cumbered if we tangle them with woe, And the heavy rain of sorrow drift o'er the road they go? They have toiled, and their toil was troublous to make the days to come; Use ye their gifts in gladness, lest they grieve for the Ancient Home! Now are our maids arraying that fire-scorched Hall of ours With the treasure of the Wolfings and the wealth of summer flowers, And this eve the work before you will be the Hall to throng And purge its walls of sorrow and quench its scathe and wrong."
She looked on the dead Thiodolf a moment, and then glanced from him toOtter and spake again:
"O kindreds, here before you two mighty bodies lie; Henceforth no man shall see them in house and field go by As we were used to behold them, familiar to us then As the wind beneath the heavens and the sun that shines on men; Now soon shall there be nothing of their dwelling-place to tell, Save the billow of the meadows, the flower-grown grassy swell! Now therefore, O ye kindreds, if amidst you there be one Who hath known the heart of the War-dukes, and the deeds their hands have done, Will not the word be with him, while yet your hearts are hot, Of our praise and long remembrance, and our love that dieth not? Then let him come up hither and speak the latest word O'er the limbs of the battle-weary and the hearts outworn with the sword."
She held her peace, and there was a stir in the ring of men: for they whowere anigh the Dayling banner saw an old warrior sitting on a great blackhorse and fully armed. He got slowly off his horse and walked toward thering of warriors, which opened before him; for all knew him for Asmundthe old, the war-wise warrior of the Daylings, even he who had lamentedover the Hauberk of Thiodolf. He had taken horse the day before, and hadridden toward the battle, but was belated, and had come up with them ofthe wain-burg just as they had crossed the water.
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