PASSAGES FROM FRITHIOF'S SAGA
BY ESAIAS TEGNER
Three miles extended around the fields of the homestead,
Valleys and mountains and hills, but on the fourth side was the
Birch woods crowned the summits, but down the slope of the
Flourished the golden corn, and man-high was waving the
Lakes, full many in number, their mirror held up for the
Held for the forests up, in whose depths the high-horned
Had their kingly walk, and drank of a hundred brooklets.
But in the valleys widely around, there fed on the greensward
Herds with shining hides and udders that longed for the
'Mid these scattered, now here and now there, were numberless
Sheep with fleeces white, as thou seest the white-looking stray
Flock-wise spread o'er the heavenly vault when it bloweth in
Coursers two times twelve, all mettlesome, fast fettered storm-
Stamping stood in the line of stalls, and tugged at their fodder.
Knotted with red were their manes, and their hoofs all white with
Th' banquet-hall, a house by itself, was timbered of hard fir.
Not five hundred men (at ten times twelve to the hundred)
Filled up the roomy hall, when assembled for drinking, at
Through the hall, as long as it was, went a table of holm-oak,
Polished and white, as of steel; the columns twain of the
Stood at the end thereof, two gods carved out of an elm-tree:
Odin with lordly look, and Frey with the sun on his frontlet.
Lately between the two, on a bear-skin (the skin it was
Scarlet-red was the throat, but the paws were shodden with
Thorsten sat with his friends, Hospitality sitting with Gladness.
Oft, when the moon through the cloudrack flew, related the old
Wonders from distant lands he had seen, and cruises of Vikings
Far away on the Baltic, and Sea of the West and the White Sea.
Hushed sat the listening bench, and their glances hung on the
Lips, as a bee on the rose; but the Scald was thinking of Brage,
Where, with his silver beard, and runes on his tongue, he is
Under the leafy beech, and tells a tradition by Mimer's
Ever-murmuring wave, himself a living tradition.
Midway the floor (with thatch was it strewn) burned ever the
Glad on its stone-built hearth; and thorough the wide-mouthed
Looked the stars, those heavenly friends, down into the great
Round the walls, upon nails of steel, were hanging in order
Breastplate and helmet together, and here and there among them
Downward lightened a sword, as in winter evening a star shoots.
More than helmets and swords the shields in the hall were
White as the orb of the sun, or white as the moon's disk of
Ever and anon went a maid round the hoard, and filled up the
Ever she cast down her eyes and blushed; in the shield her
Blushed, too, even as she; this gladdened the drinking champions.