Grettir the Outlaw 17

Grettir the Outlaw 17

It was not possible for Grettir to return that year to Iceland, for all

the ships bound for his native land had sailed before winter set in, so

King Olaf agreed to allow him to remain in the kingdom through the

winter, but bound him to depart on the first opportunity next year.

 

Somewhat sad at heart with disappointment, and with the impression that

perhaps Olaf the king was right, and that ill-luck really did weigh on

him, Grettir left the court, and went at Yule to the house of a bonder

or yeoman called Einar, and remained with him awhile. The farm was in a

lonely place in a fiord opening back to the snowy mountains. Einar was

a kindly man, hospitable, and he did his best to make Grettir’s stay

with him pleasant. He had a daughter, a fair, beautiful girl, with blue

eyes, and hair like amber silk, and her name was Gyrid. Perhaps the

beautiful Gyrid was one attraction to Grettir, but if so he never spoke

what was on his heart, because he knew it would be useless. He was an

unlucky man; he had made himself a name, indeed, as one of great daring,

but he had won for himself neither home, nor riches, nor favour.

 

Now it fell out that at this time there were some savage ruffians in the

country who were called Bearsarks. They were outlaws in most cases, and

they lived in secret dens in the dense forests, whence they issued and

swooped down on the farms, and there challenged the bonders to fight

with them, or to give up to them whatever they needed. These ruffians

wore bear-skins drawn over their bodies, and they thrust their heads

through the jaws of the beasts, so that they presented a hideous and

frightening appearance. Then they worked themselves into paroxysms of

rage, when they were like madmen; they rolled their eyes, they roared

and howled like wild beasts, and foam formed on their mouths and dropped

on the ground. They were wont also, when these fits came on them, to

bite the edges of their shields, and with their fangs they were known to

have dinted the metal quite deep. Some folks even said they had bitten

pieces out of solid shields. It was usually supposed that these

Bearsarks were possessed by evil spirits, and it is probable that in

many cases they were really mad—mad through having given way to their

violent passions, till they knew no law, and thought to carry everything

before them by their violence. It was even at one time thought by the

superstitious that they could change their shapes, and run about at will

in the forms of bears or wolves; but this idea grew out of the fact of

their clothing themselves in bear or wolf skins, and drawing the skull

of the beast over their heads as a rude helmet, and looking out through

the open jaws that thus formed a visor.

 

One day, just after Yule, to the terror and dismay of Einar, one of the

most redoubtable of these Bearsarks, a fellow called Snœkoll, came

thundering up to his door on a huge black horse, followed by three or

four others on foot, all clothed in skins; but Snœkoll, instead of

wearing the bear’s skin over his head, had on a helmet with great tusks

of a boar protruding from it, and a boar’s head drawn over the metal.

 

It is worth remark that the crests worn later by knights, and which we

have still on our plate and on harness, are derived from similar

adornments to helmets. Some warriors put wings of eagles on their

head-pieces, others put the paws of bears or representations of lions.

These were badges of their prowess, or marks whereby they might be

known.

 

Snœkoll struck the door of the farmhouse with his spear, and roared to

the owner to come forth. At once Einar and Grettir issued from the hall,

and Einar in great trepidation asked the Bearsark what he wanted.

 

"What do I want?" shouted Snœkoll. "I want one of two things. Either

that you give me up your beautiful daughter to be my wife, and with her

five-score bags of silver, or else that you fight me here. If you kill

me, then luck is yours. If I kill you, then I shall carry off your

daughter and all that you possess."

 

Einar turned to Grettir and asked him in a whisper what he was to do.

He himself was an old man whose fighting days were over, and he had no

chance against this savage.

 

Grettir answered that he had better consult his honour and the happiness

of Gyrid, and not give way to a bully. The Bearsark sat on his horse

rolling his eyes from one to another. He had a great iron-rimmed shield

before him.

 

Then he bellowed forth: "Come! I am not going to wait here whilst you

consider matters. Make your selection of the two alternatives at once.

What is that great lout at your side whispering? Does he want to play a

little game of who is master along with me?"

 

"For my part," said Grettir, "the farmer and I are about in equal

predicament; he is too old to fight, and I am unskilled in arms."

 

"I see! I see!" roared Snœkoll. "You are both trembling in your shoes.

Wait till my fit is on me, and then you will shake indeed."

 

"Let us see how you look in your Bearsark fit," said Grettir.

 

Then Snœkoll waxed wroth, and worked himself up into one of the fits of

madness. There can be no doubt that in some cases this was all bluster

and sham. But in many cases these fellows really roused themselves into

perfect frenzies of madness in which they did not know what they did.

 

Now Snœkoll began to bellow like a bull, and to roll his eyes, and he

put the edge of the great shield in his mouth and bit at it, and blew

foam from his lips that rolled down the face of the shield. Grettir

fixed his eyes steadily on him, and put his hands into his pockets.

Snœkoll rocked himself on his horse, and his companions began also to

bellow, and stir themselves up into madness. Grettir, with his eye

fixed steadily on the ruffian, drew little by little nearer to him; but

as he had no weapon, and held his hands confined, Snœkoll, if he did

observe him, disregarded him. When Grettir stood close beside him and

looked up at the red glaring eyes, the foaming lips of Snœkoll, and

heard his howls and the crunching of his great teeth against the strong

oak and iron of the shield, he suddenly laughed, lifted his foot, caught

the bottom of the shield a sudden kick upwards, and the shield with the

violence of the upward shock broke Snœkoll’s jaw. Instantly the

Bearsark stopped his bellows, let fall the shield, and before he could

draw his sword Grettir caught his helmet by the great boar tusks, gave

them a twist, and rolled Snœkoll down off his horse on the ground, knelt

on him, and with the ruffian’s own sword dealt him his death-blow.

 

When the others saw the fall of their chief they ceased their antics,

turned and ran away to hide in the woods.

 

The bonder, Einar, thanked Grettir for his assistance, and the lovely

Gyrid gave him also her grateful acknowledgments and a sweet smile; but

Grettir knew that a portionless unlucky man like himself could not

aspire to her hand, and feeling that he was daily becoming more attached

to her, he deemed it right at once to leave, and he went away to a place

called Tunsberg, where lived his half-brother, Thorstein Dromund.

 

Now, to understand the relationship of Dromund to Grettir, you must know

that his father, Asmund, had been twice married. He had been in Norway

when a young man with a merchant ship, and he had also gone with his

wares to England and France, and had gained great wealth; and as he had

many relations in Norway he was well received there in winter, when he

came back from his merchant trips. On one of these occasions he had met

a damsel called Ranveig, whose father and mother were dead. She was of

good birth, and was wealthy. Asmund asked for her hand and married her,

and settled on the lands that belonged to her in Norway. They had a son

called Thorstein, who, because he was rather slow of speech and manner,

was nicknamed Dromund; but as we meet with other Thorsteins in this

story, to prevent confusion we will speak of him as Dromund.

 

After a while Asmund’s wife Ranveig died, and then her relatives

insisted on taking away all her lands and possessions and keeping them

in trust for little Dromund. Asmund did not care to quarrel with them,

so he left Dromund with his late wife’s relatives and went home to

Iceland, where, after a few years, he married Asdis, and by her became

the father of Atli, Grettir, and Illugi, and of two daughters, one of

whom he named after his first wife.

 

Dromund grew up in Norway on his estates at Tunsberg, and became a man

of wealth and renown, a quiet man, but one who held his own, and was

generally respected.

 

Now Grettir went to him, and his half-brother received him very

affectionately, and insisted on his remaining with him all the rest of

the winter till it was time for him to sail to Iceland.

 

One little incident is mentioned concerning that time that deserves to

be recorded.

 

Grettir slept in the same apartment as did his brother.

 

One morning Dromund awoke early, and he saw how that Grettir’s arms were

out of bed, and he wondered at their size.

 

Presently Grettir awoke, and then Dromund said to him: "Grettir, I have

been amused with looking at your bare arms. What muscles you have got!

I never saw the like."

 

"I need strong muscles to do what I have to do."

 

"True enough, brother," said Dromund. "But I could wish there were a

little more luck as well as muscle attached to those bones."

 

"Let me look at your arms," said Grettir.

 

Then Dromund put his arms out of bed, and when he saw them Grettir burst

out laughing, for they were so thin and scraggy.

 

"Upon my word, brother, I never saw such a wretched pair of tongs in my

life," he said.

 

"They may be a pair of tongs, old boy," answered Dromund, "but they are

tongs that shall ever be extended to help you when in need. And," added

Dromund in a lower tone, "if it should ever befall you that your

ill-luck should overmaster you, and you not die in your bed; then,

Grettir, I promise you, if I am alive, that I shall not let this pair of

tongs rest till, with them, I have avenged you."

 

No more is related of their talk together. The spring wore on, and in

summer Grettir took ship.

 

The brothers parted with much affection, and they never again saw each other’s face.