Grep: "Fool, who art thou? What idle quest is thine? Tell me, whence or whither dost thou journey? What is thy road? What thy desire? Who thy father? What thy lineage? Those have strength beyond others who have never left their own homes, and the Luck of kings is their houseluck.For the things of a vile man are acceptable unto few, and seldom are the deeds of the hated pleasing."Erik: "Ragnar is my father; eloquence clothes my tongue; I have ever loved virtue only.Wisdom hath been my one desire; I have travelled many ways over the world, and seen the different manners of men.The mind of the fool can keep no bounds in aught: it is base and cannot control its feelings.The use of sails is better than being drawn by the oar; the gale troubles the waters, a drearier gust the land.For rowing goes through the seas and lying the lands; and it is certain that the lands are ruled with the lips, but the seas with the hand."Grep: "Thou art thought to be as full of quibbling as a cock of dirt.Thou stinkest heavy with filth, and reekest of nought but sin.There is no need to lengthen the plea against a buffoon, whose strength is in an empty and voluble tongue."Erik: "By Hercules, if I mistake not, the coward word is wont to come back to the utterer.The gods with righteous endeavour bring home to the speaker words cast forth without knowledge.As soon as we espy the sinister ears of the wolf, we believe that the wolf himself is near.Men think no credit due to him that hath no credit, whom report accuses of treachery."Grep: "Shameless boy, owl astray from the path, night-owl in the darkness, thou shalt pay for thy reckless words.Thou shalt be sorry for the words thou now belchest forth madly, and shalt pay with thy death for thy unhallowed speech.Lifeless thou shalt pasture crows on thy bloodless corpse, to be a morsel for beasts, a prey to the ravenous bird."Erik: "The boding of the coward, and the will that is trained to evil, have never kept themselves within due measure.He who betrays his lord, he who conceives foul devices, will be as great a snare to himself as to his friends.Whoso fosters a wolf in his house is thought to feed a thief and a pest for his own hearth."Grep: "I did not, as thou thinkest, beguile the queen, but I was the guardian of her tender estate.She increased my fortunes, and her favour first brought me gifts and strength, and wealth and counsel."Erik: "Lo, thy guilty disquiet lies heavy on thee; that man's freedom is safest whose mind remains untainted.Whoso asks a slave to be a friend, is deceived; often the henchman hurts his master."At this Grep, shorn of his glibness of rejoinder, set spurs to his horse and rode away.Now when he reached home, he filled the palace with uproarious and vehement clamour; and shouting that he had been worsted in words, roused all his soldiers to fight, as though he would avenge by main force his luckless warfare of tongues.For he swore that he would lay the host of the foreigners under the claws of eagles.But the king warned him that he should give his frenzy pause for counsel, that blind plans were commonly hurtful; that nothing could be done both cautiously and quickly at once; that headstrong efforts were the worst obstacle; and lastly, that it was unseemly to attack a handful with a host.Also, said he, the sagacious man was he who could bridle a raging spirit, and stop his frantic empetuosity in time.Thus the king forced the headlong rage of the young man to yield to reflection.But he could not wholly recall to self-control the frenzy of his heated mind, or prevent the champion of wrangles, abashed by his hapless debate, and finding armed vengeance refused him, from asking leave at least to try his sorceries by way of revenge.He gained his request, and prepared to go back to the shore with a chosen troop of wizards.So he first put on a pole the severed head of a horse that had been sacrificed to the gods, and setting sticks beneath displayed the jaws grinning agape; hoping that he would foil the first efforts of Erik by the horror of this wild spectacle.For he supposed that the silly souls of the barbarians would give away at the bogey of a protruding neck.
Erik was already on his road to meet them, and saw the head from afar off, and, understanding the whole foul contrivance, he bade his men keep silent and behave warily; no man was to be rash or hasty of speech, lest by some careless outburst they might give some opening to the sorceries; adding that if talking happened to he needed, he would speak for all.And they were now parted by a river; when the wizards, in order to dislodge Erik from the approach to the bridge, set up close to the river, on their own side, the pole on which they had fixed the horse's head.
Nevertheless Erik made dauntlessly for the bridge, and said: "On the bearer fall the ill-luck of what he bears! May a better issue attend our steps! Evil befall the evil-workers! Let the weight of the ominous burden crush the carrier! Let the better auguries bring us safety!" And it happened according to his prayer.For straightway the head was shaken off, the stick fell and crushed the bearer.And so all that array of sorceries was baffled at the bidding of a single curse, and extinguished.
