day.

"Now thou shalt swear to me," she whispered in his ear, "that no other
man or woman shall cut thy hair till thou comest back to me and I clip
it again."

"That I swear, and readily," he answered. "I will go long-haired like a
girl for thy sake, Gudruda."

He spoke low, but Koll the Half-witted, Groa's thrall, heard this oath
and kept it in his mind.

Very early on the morrow all men rose, and, taking horse, rode once more
to the seaside, till they came to that shed where the Gudruda lay.

Then, when the tide was high, Eric's company took hold of the black
ship's thwarts, and at his word dragged her with might and main. She
ran down the greased blocks and sped on quivering to the sea, and as her
dragon-prow dipped in the water people cheered aloud.

Now Eric must bid farewell to all, and this he did with a brave heart
till at the last he came to Saevuna, his mother, and Gudruda, his dear
love.

"Farewell, son," said the old dame; "I have little hope that these eyes
shall look again upon that bonny face of thine, yet I am well paid for
my birth-pains, for few have borne such a man as thou. Think of me at
times, for without me thou hadst never been. Be not led astray of women,
nor lead them astray, or ill shall overtake thee. Be not quarrelsome
because of thy great might, for there is a stronger than the strongest.
Spare a fallen foe, and take not a poor man's goods or a brave man's
sword; but, when thou smitest, smite home. So shalt thou win honour,
and, at the last, peace, that is more than honour."

Eric thanked her for her counsel, and kissed her, then turned to
Gudruda, who stood, white and still, plucking at her golden girdle.

"What can I say to thee?" he asked.

"Say nothing, but go," she answered: "go before I weep."

"Weep not, Gudruda, or thou wilt unman me. Say, thou wilt think on me?"

"Ay, Eric, by day and by night."

"And thou wilt be true to me?"

"Ay, till death and after, for so long as thou cleavest to me I will
cleave to thee. I will first die rather than betray thee. But of thee I
am not so sure. Perchance thou mayest find Swanhild in thy journeyings
and crave more kisses of her?"

"Anger me not, Gudruda! thou knowest well that I hate Swanhild more than
any other woman. When I kiss her again, then thou mayst wed Ospakar."

"Speak not so rashly, Eric," she said, and as she spoke Skallagrim drew
near.

"If thou lingerest here, lord, the tide will serve us little round
Wes