NINTH SONG THE SUMMER MARCH Now it was Olaf Digre Came through the forest down toward Tröndelag, The host its way slowly winding None to approach him ventured;— Though every heart was o'erflowing, they silence kept. Gently sloping, the homeland Before them lay. Birds rose up from the meadows, The mid-day smoke over the forest swept; Joyous the sight of home After absence. Rode then Bishop Sigurd Forward the King to question; but made halt While at some distance from him, And waited. The King's august countenance On earth. "Wondrous must be what thou seest, Slowly the King then answered: "First saw I the land, here before me lying, In the light of the days so joyous It gave me. But saw I ever farther. Tröndelag saw I, blue and yellow it lay; Yes, saw I the summer over All Norway, Fjords with meadows and woods "Pierced then my gaze yet farther Out o'er the sea to distant foreign shores, I visited. Raised in my soul the vision, With laughter and gladness it filled my heart: The world entire I lastly Then beheld. My spirit it seemed to invoke As in farewell." "Lord," the bishop then answered: "Rather thou seest how far the light of Christ, The whole world in coming ages Shall grow through the warm summer-tide in that light; The Lord hath vouchsafed thee the vision For thy strengthening." The twain rode farther on In silence. Stood there an aged bonder Before his house on the road of their march, "Be welcome! Now is fulfilled my saying: Within a year's space shall the King come again; Ne'er will he leave his faithful In distress. Sore was the need of thy ward, "Thanks for thy greeting, bonder, The first I receive on my fatherland's soil. Farther down the valley There they are. Luck to thy meeting with them! Heavy am I and old, But I follow." Then to the King said some one: Tremble will they for wives and children, Flight taking, Making their army disband In a moment." Gentle of mood the King answered: Came then a bonder weeping, Poor was he, and bewailed his loss: "Lord, thy men have down-trodden My corn-field." The King rode about the field, To life it started. Met him another bonder, "Help me, O King, thee my sons will join; But they are far too youthful, I bound them." Then said the pious King, smiling: "Release them, friend, and follow in their steps. So shall ye all come scatheless From the conflict." Father followed sons-and they The King followed. Met him then many bonders, Stood they together, greeted their liege: "Lord, what guerdon awaits us, Who follow?" "In the sight of the Saviour to fall, Lose your goods, and all ye hold dear," Quietly the King answered; Rode forward. The bonders weapons them found, Met them three hundred outlaws, Gathered together from every neighboring part, But mostly from Iamtland's forests; Thus spoke they : |