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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　the　peoples　for　lack　of　room；　and　we　taught　the　Romans

what　fighting　was；　although　in　truth　we　were　no　less　well　taught　by

them。



But　always　I　remembered　the　sun　of　the　south…land　that　I　had

glimpsed　in　the　ships　of　Agard；　and　it　was　my　fate；　caught　in　this

south　drift　of　the　Teutons；　to　be　captured　by　the　Romans　and　be

brought　back　to　the　sea　which　I　had　not　seen　since　I　was　lost　away

from　the　East　Angles。　　I　was　made　a　sweep…slave　in　the　galleys；　and

it　was　as　a　sweep…slave　that　at　last　I　came　to　Rome。



All　the　story　is　too　long　of　how　I　became　a　free…man；　a　citizen；　and

a　soldier；　and　of　how；　when　I　was　thirty；　I　journeyed　to　Alexandria；

and　from　Alexandria　to　Jerusalem。　　Yet　what　I　have　told　from　the

time　when　I　was　baptized　in　the　mead…pot　of　Tostig　Lodbrog　I　have

been　compelled　to　tell　in　order　that　you　may　understand　what　manner

of　man　rode　in　through　the　Jaffa　Gate　and　drew　all　eyes　upon　him。



Well　might　they　look。　　They　were　small　breeds；　lighter…boned　and

lighter…thewed；　these　Romans　and　Jews；　and　a　blonde　like　me　they　had

never　gazed　upon。　　All　along　the　narrow　streets　they　gave　before　me

but　stood　to　stare　wide…eyed　at　this　yellow　man　from　the　north；　or

from　God　knew　where　so　far　as　they　knew　aught　of　the　matter。



Practically　all　Pilate's　troops　were　auxiliaries；　save　for　a　handful

of　Romans　about　the　palace　and　the　twenty　Romans　who　rode　with　me。

Often　enough　have　I　found　the　auxiliaries　good　soldiers；　but　never

so　steadily　dependable　as　the　Romans。　　In　truth　they　were　better

fighting　men　the　year　round　than　were　we　men　of　the　North；　who

fought　in　great　moods　and　sulked　in　great　moods。　　The　Roman　was

invariably　steady　and　dependable。



There　was　a　woman　from　the　court　of　Antipas；　who　was　a　friend　of

Pilate's　wife　and　whom　I　met　at　Pilate's　the　night　of　my　arrival。　　I

shall　call　her　Miriam；　for　Miriam　was　the　name　I　loved　her　by。　　If

it　were　merely　difficult　to　describe　the　charm　of　women；　I　would

describe　Miriam。　　But　how　describe　emotion　in　words？　　The　charm　of

woman　is　wordless。　　It　is　different　from　perception　that　culminates

in　reason；　for　it　arises　in　sensation　and　culminates　in　emotion；

which；　be　it　admitted；　is　nothing　else　than　super…sensation。



In　general；　any　woman　has　fundamental　charm　for　any　man。　　When　this

charm　becomes　particular；　then　we　call　it　love。　　Miriam　had　this

particular　charm　for　me。　　Verily　I　was　co…partner　in　her　charm。

Half　of　it　was　my　own　man's　life　in　me　that　leapt　and　met　her　wide…

armed　and　made　in　me　all　that　she　was　desirable　plus　all　my　desire

of　her。



Miriam　was　a　grand　woman。　　I　use　the　term　advisedly。　　She　was　fine…

bodied；　commanding；　over　and　above　the　average　Jewish　woman　in

stature　and　in　line。　　She　was　an　aristocrat　in　social　caste；　she　was

an　aristocrat　by　nature。　　All　her　ways　were　large　ways；　generous

ways。　　She　had　brain；　she　had　wit；　and；　above　all；　she　had

womanliness。　　As　you　shall　see；　it　was　her　womanliness　that　betrayed

her　and　me　in　they　end