Lingaard　told　me。　　He　told　me　much　that　I　was　too　young　to　remember；
  yet　little　could　he　tell。　　A　sea　fight　and　a　sack；　battle　and
  plunder　and　torch；　a　flight　seaward　in　the　long　ships　to　escape
  destruction　upon　the　rocks；　and　a　killing　strain　and　struggle
  against　the　frosty；　foundering　seaswho；　then；　should　know　aught　or
  mark　a　stranger　woman　in　her　hour　with　her　feet　fast　set　on　the　way
  of　death？　　Many　died。　　Men　marked　the　living　women；　not　the　dead。
  Sharp…bitten　into　my　child　imagination　are　the　incidents　immediately
  after　my　birth；　as　told　me　by　old　Lingaard。　　Lingaard；　too　old　to
  labour　at　the　sweeps；　had　been　surgeon；　undertaker；　and　midwife　of
  the　huddled　captives　in　the　open　midships。　　So　I　was　delivered　in
  storm；　with　the　spume　of　the　cresting　seas　salt　upon　me。
  Not　many　hours　old　was　I　when　Tostig　Lodbrog　first　laid　eyes　on　me。
  His　was　the　lean　ship；　and　his　the　seven　other　lean　ships　that　had
  made　the　foray；　fled　the　rapine；　and　won　through　the　storm。　　Tostig
  Lodbrog　was　also　called　Muspell；　meaning　〃The　Burning〃；　for　he　was
  ever　aflame　with　wrath。　　Brave　he　was；　and　cruel　he　was；　with　no
  heart　of　mercy　in　that　great　chest　of　his。　　Ere　the　sweat　of　battle
  had　dried　on　him；　leaning　on　his　axe；　he　ate　the　heart　of　Ngrun
  after　the　fight　at　Hasfarth。　　Because　of　mad　anger　he　sold　his　son；
  Garulf；　into　slavery　to　the　Juts。　　I　remember；　under　the　smoky
  rafters　of　Brunanbuhr；　how　he　used　to　call　for　the　skull　of　Guthlaf
  for　a　drinking　beaker。　　Spiced　wine　he　would　have　from　no　other　cup
  than　the　skull　of　Guthlaf。
  And　to　him；　on　the　reeling　deck　after　the　storm　was　past；　old
  Lingaard　brought　me。　　I　was　only　hours　old；　wrapped　naked　in　a　salt…
  crusted　wolfskin。　　Now　it　happens；　being　prematurely　born；　that　I
  was　very　small。
  〃Ho！　ho！a　dwarf！〃　cried　Tostig；　lowering　a　pot　of　mead　half…
  drained　from　his　lips　to　stare　at　me。
  The　day　was　bitter；　but　they　say　he　swept　me　naked　from　the
  wolfskin；　and　by　my　foot；　between　thumb　and　forefinger；　dangled　me
  to　the　bite　of　the　wind。
  〃A　roach！〃　he　ho…ho'd。　　〃A　shrimp！　　A　sea…louse！〃　　And　he　made　to
  squash　me　between　huge　forefinger　and　thumb；　either　of　which；
  Lingaard　avers；　was　thicker　than　my　leg　or　thigh。
  But　another　whim　was　upon　him。
  〃The　youngling　is　a…thirst。　　Let　him　drink。〃
  And　therewith；　head…downward；　into　the　half…pot　of　mead　he　thrust
  me。　　And　might　well　have　drowned　in　this　drink　of　menI　who　had
  never　known　a　mother's　breast　in　the　briefness　of　time　I　had　lived
  had　it　not　been　for　Lingaard。　　But　when　he　plucked　me　forth　from　the
  brew；　Tostig　Lodbrog　struck　him　down　in　a　rage。　　We　rolled　on　the
  deck；　and　the　great　bear　hounds；　captured　in　the　fight　with　the
  North　Danes　just　past；　sprang　upon　us。
  〃Ho！　ho！〃　roared　Tostig　Lodbrog；　as　the　old　man　and　I　and　the
  wolfskin　were　mauled　and　worried　by　the　dogs。
  But　Lingaard　gained　his　feet；　saving　me　but　losing　the　wolfskin　to
  the　hounds。
  Tostig　Lodbrog　finished　the　mead　and　regarded　me；　while　Lingaard
  knew　better　than　to　beg　for　mercy　where　was　no　mercy。
  〃Hop　o'　my　thumb；〃　quoth　Tostig。　　〃By　Odin；　the　women　of　the　North
  Danes　are　a　scurvy　breed。　　They　birth　dwarfs；　not　men。　　Of　what　use
  is　this　thing？　　He　will　never　make　a　man。　　Listen　you；　Lingaard；
  grow　him　to　be　a　drink…boy　at　Brunanbuhr。　　And　have　an　eye　on　the
  dogs　lest　they　slobber　him　down　by　mistake　as　a　meat…crumb　from　the
  table。〃
  I　knew　no　woman。　　Old　Lingaard　was　midwife　and　nurse；　and　for
  nursery　were　reeling　decks　and　the　stamp　and　trample　of　men　in
  battle　or　storm。　　How　I　survived　puling　infancy；　God　knows。　　I　must
  have　been　born　iron　in　a　day　of　iron；　for　survive　I　did；　to　give　the
  lie　to　Tostig's　promise　of　dwarf…hood。　　I　outgrew　all　beakers　and
  tankards；　and　not　for　long　could　he　half…drown　me　in　his　mead　pot。
  This　last　was　a　favourite　feat　of　his。　　It　was　his　raw　humour；　a
  sally　esteemed　by　him　delicious　wit。
  My　first　memories　are　of　Tostig　Lodbrog's　beaked　ships　and　fighting
  men；　and　of　the　feast　hall　at　Brunanbuhr　when　our　boats　lay　beached
  beside　the　frozen　fjord。　　For　I　was　made　drink…boy；　and　amongst　my
  earliest　recollections　are　toddling　with　the　wine…filled　skull　of
  Guthlaf　to　the　head　of　the　table　where　Tostig　bellowed　to　the
  rafters。　　They　were　madmen；　all　of　madness；　but　it　seemed　the　common
  way　of　life　to　me　who　knew　naught　else。　　They　were　men　of　quick
  rages　and　quick　battling。　　Their　thoughts　were　ferocious；　so　was
  their　eating　ferocious；　and　their　drinking。　　And　I　grew　like　them。
  How　else　could　I　grow；　when　I　served　the　drink　to　the　bellowings　of
  drunkards　and　to　the　skalds　singing　of　Hialli；　and　the　bold　Hogni；
  and　of　the　Niflung's　gold；　and　of　Gudrun's　revenge　on　Atli　when　she
  gave　him　the　hearts　of　his　children　and　hers　to　eat　while　battle
  swept　the　benches；　tore　down　the　hangings　raped　from　southern
  coasts；　and；　littered　the　feasting　board　with　swift　corpses。
  Oh；　I；　too；　had　a　rage；　well　tutored　in　such　school。　　I　was　but
  eight　when　I　showed　my　teeth　at　a　drinking　between　the　men　of
  Brunanbuhr　and　the　Juts　who　came　as　friends　with　the　jarl　Agard　in
  his　three　long　ships。　　I　stood　at　Tostig　Lodbrog's　shoulder；　holding
  the　skull　of　Guthlaf　that　steamed　and　stank　with　the　hot；　spiced
  wine。　　And　I　waited　while　Tostig　should　complete　his　ravings　against
  the　North　Dane　men。　　But　still　he　raved　and　still　I　waited；　till　he
  caught　breath　of　fury　to　assail　the　North　Dane　woman。　　Whereat　I
  remembered　my　North　Dane　mother；　and　saw　my　rage　red　in　my　eyes；　and
  smote　him　with　the　skull　of　Guthlaf；　so　that　he　was　wine…drenched；
  and　wine…blinded；　and　fire…burnt。　　And　as　he　reeled　unseeing；
  smashing　his　great　groping　clutches　through　the　air　at　me；　I　was　in
  and　short…dirked　him　thrice　in　belly；　thigh　and　buttock；　than　which
  I　could　reach　no　higher　up　the　mighty　frame　of　him。
  And　the　jarl　Agard's　steel　was　out；　and　his　Juts　joining　him　as　he
  shouted：
  〃A　bear　cub！　　A　bear　cub！　　By　Odin；　let　the　cub　fight！〃
  And　there；　under　that　roaring　roof　of　Brunanbuhr；　the　babbling
  drink…boy　of　the　North　Danes　fought　with　mighty　Lodbrog。　　And　when；
  with　one　stroke；　I　was　flung；　dazed　and　breathless；　half　the　length
  of　that　great　board；　my　flying　body　mowing　down　pots　and　tankards；
  Lodbrog　cried　out　command：
  〃Out　with　him！　　Fling　him　to　the　hounds！〃
  But　the　jarl　would　have　it　no；　and　clapped　Lodbrog　on　the　shoulder；
  and　asked　me　as　a　gift　of　friendship。
  And　south　I　went；　when　the　ice　passed　out　of　the　fjord；　in　Jarl
  Agard's　ships。　　I　was　made　drink…boy　and　sword…bearer　to　him；　and　in
  lieu　of　other　name　was　called　Ragnar　Lodbrog。　　Agard's　country　was
  neighbour　to　the　Frisians；　and　a　sad；　flat　country　of　fog　and　fen　it
  was。　　I　was　with　him　for　three　years；　to　his　death；　always　at　his
  back；　whether　hunting　swamp　wolves　or　drinking　in　the　great　hall
  where　Elgiva；　his　young　wife；　often　sat　among　her　women。　　I　was　with
  Agard　in　south　foray　with　his　ships　along　what　would　be　now　the
  coast　of　France；　and　there　I　learned　that　still　south　were　warmer
  seasons　and　softer　climes　and　women。
  But　we　brought　back　Agard　wounded　to　death　and　slow…dying。　　And　we
  burned　his　body　on　a　great　pyre；　with　Elgiva；　in　her　golden
  corselet；　beside　him　singing。　　And　there　were　household　slaves　in
  golden　collars　that　burned　of　a　plenty　there　with　her；　and　nine
  female　thralls；　and　eight　male　slaves　of　the　Angles　that　were　of
  gentle　birth　and　battle…captured。　　And　there　were　live　hawks　so
  burned；　and　the　two　hawk…boys　with　their　birds。
  But　I；　the　drink…boy；　Ragnar　Lodbrog；　did　not　burn。　　I　was　eleven；
  and　unafraid；　and　had　never　worn　woven　cloth　on　my　body。　　And　as　the
  flames　sprang　up；　and　Elgiva　sang　her　death…song；　and　the　thralls
  and　slaves　screeched　their　unwillingness　to　die；　I　tore　away　my
  fastenings；　leaped；　and　gained　the　fens；　the　gold　collar　of　my
  slavehood　still　on　my　neck；　footing　it　with　the　hounds　loosed　to
  tear　me　down。
  In　the　fens　were　wild　men；　masterless　men；　fled　slaves；　and　outlaws；
  who　were　hunted　in　sport　as　the　wolves　were　hunted。
  For　three　years　I　knew　never　roof　nor　fire；　and　I　grew　hard　as　the
  frost；　and　would　have　stolen　a　woman　from　the　Juts　but　that　the
  Frisians　by　mischance；　in　a　two　days'　hunt；　ran　me　down。　　By　them　I
  was　looted　of　my　gold　collar　and　traded　for　two　wolf…hounds　to　Edwy；
  of　the　Saxons；　who　put　an　iron　collar　on　me；　and　later　made　of　me
  and　five　other　slaves　a　present　to　Athel　of　the　East　Angles。　　I　was
  thrall　and　fighting　man；　until；　lost　in　an　unlucky　raid　far　to　the
  east　beyond　our　marches；　I　was　sold　among　the　Huns；　and　was　a
  swineherd　until　I　escaped　south　into　the　great　forests　and　was　taken
  in　as　a　freeman　by　the　Teutons；　who　were　many；　but　who　lived　in
  small　tribes　and　drifted　southward　before　the　Hun　advance。
  And　up　from　the　south　into　the　great　forests　came　the　Romans；
  fighting　men　all；　who　pressed　us　back　upon　the　Huns。　　It　was　a
  crushage　of