Swedish assurance spurns the Danes.Behold, the Goths with savage eyes and grim aspect advance with crested helms and clanging spears: wreaking heavy slaughter in our blood, they wield their swords and their battle-axes hone-sharpened.
"Why name thee, Hiartuar, whom Skulde hath filled with guilty purpose, and hath suffered thus to harden in sin? Why sing of thee, villain, who hast caused our peril, betrayer of a noble king? Furious lust of sway hath driven thee to attempt an abomination, and, stung with frenzy, to screen thyself behind thy wife's everlasting guilt.What error hath made thee to hurt the Danes and thy lord, and hurled thee into such foul crime as this?
Whence entered thy heart the treason framed with such careful guile?
"Why do I linger? Now we have swallowed our last morsel.Our king perishes, and utter doom overtakes our hapless city.Our last dawn has risen, unless perchance there be one here so soft that he fears to offer himself to the blows, or so unwarlike that he dares not avenge his lord, and disowns all honours worthy of his valour.
"Thou, Ruta, rise and put forth thy snow-white head, come forth from thy hiding into the battle.The carnage that is being done without calls thee.By now the council-chamber is shaken with warfare, and the gates creak with the dreadful fray.Steel rends the mail-coats, the woven mesh is torn apart, and the midriff gives under the rain of spears.By now the huge axes have hacked small the shield of the king; by now the long swords clash, and the battle-axe clatters its blows upon the shoulders of men, and cleaves their breasts.Why are your hearts afraid? Why is your sword faint and blunted? The gate is cleared of our people, and is filled with the press of the strangers."And when Hjalte had wrought very great carnage and stained the battle with blood, he stumbled for the third time on Bjarke's berth, and thinking he desired to keep quiet because he was afraid, made trial of him with such taunts at his cowardice as these:
"Bjarke, why art thou absent? Doth deep sleep hold thee? Iprithee, what makes thee tarry? Come out, or the fire will overcome thee.Ho! Choose the better way, charge with me!
Bears may be kept off with fire; let us spread fire in the recesses, and let the blaze attack the door-posts first.Let the firebrand fall upon the bedchamber, let the falling roof offer fuel for the flames and serve to feed the fire.It is right to scatter conflagration on the doomed gates.But let us who honour our king with better loyalty form the firm battle-wedges, and, having measured the phalanx in safe rows, go forth in the way the king taught us: our king, who laid low Rorik, the son of Bok the covetous, and wrapped the coward in death.He was rich in wealth, but in enjoyment poor, stronger in gain than bravery; and thinking gold better than warfare, he set lucre above all things, and ingloriously accumulated piles of treasure, scorning the service of noble friends.And when he was attacked by the navy of Rolf, he bade his servants take the gold from the chests and spread it out in front of the city gates, ****** ready bribes rather than battle, because he knew not the soldier, and thought that the foe should be attempted with gifts and not with arms: as though he could fight with wealth alone, and prolong the war by using, not men, but wares! So he undid the heavy coffers and the rich chests; he brought forth the polished bracelets and the heavy caskets; they only fed his destruction.Rich in treasure, poor in warriors, he left his foes to take away the prizes which he forebore to give to the friends of his own land.He who once shrank to give little rings of his own will, now unwillingly squandered his masses of wealth, rifling his hoarded heap.But our king in his wisdom spurned him and the gifts he proffered, and took from him life and goods at once; nor was his foe profited by the useless wealth which he had greedily heaped up through long years.But Rolf the righteous assailed him, slew him, and captured his vast wealth, and shared among worthy friends what the hand of avarice had piled up in all those years;and, bursting into the camp which was wealthy but not brave, gave his friends a lordly booty without bloodshed.Nothing was so fair to him that he would not lavish it, or so dear that he would not give it to his friends, for he used treasure like ashes, and measured his years by glory and not by gain.Whence it is plain that the king who hath died nobly lived also most nobly, that the hour of his doom is beautiful, and that he graced the years of his life with manliness.For while he lived his glowing valour prevailed over all things, and he was allotted might worthy of his lofty stature.He was as swift to war as a torrent tearing down to sea, and as speedy to begin battle as a stag is to fly with cleft foot upon his fleet way.
