The result was that he lost both Skaane and Jutland, and only retained the middle of his realm without the head, like the fragments of some body that had been consumed away.His son Jarmerik (Eormunrec), with his child-sisters, fell into the hands of the enemy; one of these was sold to the Germans, the other to the Norwegians; for in old time marriages were matters of purchase.Thus the kingdom of the Danes, which had been enlarged with such valour, made famous by such ancestral honours, and enriched by so many conquests, fell, all by the sloth of one man, from the most illustrious fortune and prosperity into such disgrace that it paid the tribute which it used to exact.But Siward, too often defeated and guilty of shameful flights, could not endure, after that glorious past, to hold the troubled helm of state any longer in this shameful condition of his land; and, fearing that living longer might strip him of his last shred of glory, he hastened to win an honourable death in battle.For his soul could not forget his calamity, it was fain to cast off its sickness, and was racked with weariness of life.So much did he abhor the light of life in his longing to wipe out his shame.So he mustered his army for battle, and openly declared war with one Simon, who was governor of Skaane under Gotar.This war he pursued with stubborn rashness; he slew Simon, and ended his own life amid a great slaughter of his foes.Yet his country could not be freed from the burden of the tribute.
Jarmerik, meantime, with his foster-brother of the same age as himself, Gunn, was living in prison, in charge of Ismar, the King of the Sclavs.At last he was taken out and put to agriculture, doing the work of a peasant.So actively did he manage this matter that he was transferred and made master of the royal slaves.As he likewise did this business most uprightly, he was enrolled in the band of the king's retainers.Here he bore himself most pleasantly as courtiers use, and was soon taken into the number of the king's friends and obtained the first place in his intimacy; thus, on the strength of a series of great services, he passed from the lowest estate to the most distinguished height of honour.Also, loth to live a slack and enfeebled youth, he trained himself to the pursuits of war, enriching his natural gifts by diligence.All men loved Jarmerik, and only the queen mistrusted the young man's temper.
A sudden report told them that the king's brother had died.
Ismar, wishing to give his body a splendid funeral, prepared a banquet of royal bounty to increase the splendour of the obsequies.
But Jarmerik, who used at other times to look after the household affairs together with the queen, began to cast about for means of escape; for a chance seemed to be offered by the absence of the king.For he saw that even in the lap of riches he would be the wretched thrall of a king, and that he would draw, as it were, his very breath on sufferance and at the gift of another.
Moreover, though he held the highest offices with the king, he thought that ******* was better than delights, and burned with a mighty desire to visit his country and learn his lineage.But, knowing that the queen had provided sufficient guards to see that no prisoner escaped, he saw that he must approach by craft where he could not arrive by force.So he plaited one of those baskets of rushes and withies, shaped like a man, with which countrymen used to scare the birds from the corn, and put a live dog in it;then he took off his own clothes, and dressed it in them, to give a more plausible likeness to a human being.Then he broke into the private treasury of the king, took out the money, and hid himself in places of which he alone knew.
Meantime Gunn, whom he had told to conceal the absence of his friend, took the basket into the palace and stirred up the dog to bark; and when the queen asked what this was, he answered that Jarmerik was out of his mind and howling.She, beholding the effigy, was deceived by the likeness, and ordered that the madman should be cast out of the house.Then Gunn took the effigy out and put it to bed, as though it were his distraught friend.But towards night he plied the watch bountifully with wine and festal mirth, cut off their heads as they slept, and set them at their groins, in order to make their slaying more shameful.The queen, roused by the din, and wishing to learn the reason of it, hastily rushed to the doors.But while she unwarily put forth her head, the sword of Gunn suddenly pierced her through.Feeling a mortal wound, she sank, turned her eyes on her murderer, and said, "Had it been granted me to live unscathed, no screen or treachery should have let thee leave this land unpunished." A flood of such threats against her slayer poured from her dying lips.
Then Jarmerik, with Gunn, the partner of his noble deed, secretly set fire to the tent wherein the king was celebrating with a banquet the obsequies of his brother; all the company were overcome with liquor.The fire filled the tent and spread all about; and some of them, shaking off the torpor of drink, took horse and pursued those who had endangered them.But the young men fled at first on the beasts they had taken; and at last, when these were exhausted with their long gallop, took to flight on foot.They were all but caught, when a river saved them.For they crossed a bridge, of which, in order to delay the pursuer, they first cut the timbers down to the middle, thus ****** it not only unequal to a burden, but ready to come down; then they retreated into a dense morass.
The Sclavs pressed on them hard and, not forseeing the danger, unwarily put the weight of their horses on the bridge; the flooring sank, and they were shaken off and flung into the river.
