Gudruda sat watching in the high seat, and as blows fell her colour came and went.

Swanhild drew near, watching also, and she desired in her fierce heart to see Eric brought to shame and death, for, should he win, then Gudruda would be rid of Ospakar.  Now by her side stood Gizur, Ospakar’s son, and near to her was Bjoern.  These two held their breath, for, if Eric conquered, all their plans were brought to nothing.

Even as he sprang into the air, Eric smote down with all his strength.  The blow fell on Ospakar’s shield.  It shore through the shield and struck on the shoulder beneath.  But Blacktooth’s byrnie was good, nor did the sword bite into it.  Still the stroke was so heavy that Ospakar staggered back four paces beneath it, then fell upon the ground.

Now folk raised a shout of “Eric!  Eric!” for it seemed that Ospakar was sped.  Brighteyes, too, cried aloud, then rushed forward.  Now, as he came, Swanhild whispered an eager word into the ear of Bjoern.  By Bjoern’s foot lay that half of Eric’s shield which had been shorn away by the sword of Ospakar.  Gudruda, watching, saw Bjoern push it with his shoe so that it slid before the feet of Brighteyes.  His right foot caught on it, he stumbled heavily—­stumbled again, then fell prone on his face, and, as he fell, stretched out his sword hand to save himself, so that Whitefire flew from his grasp.  The blade struck its hilt against the ground, then circled in the air and fixed itself, point downwards, in the clay of the flooring.  The hand of Ospakar rising from the ground smote against the hilt of Whitefire.  He saw it, with a shout he cast his own sword away and clasped Whitefire.

Away circled the sword of Ospakar; and of that cast this strange thing is told, false or true.  Far in the corner of the hall lurked Thorunna, she who had betrayed Skallagrim when he was named Ounound.  She had come with a heavy heart to Middalhof in the company of Ospakar; but when she saw Skallagrim, her husband—­whom she had betrayed, and who had turned Baresark because of her wickedness—­shame smote her, and she crept away and hid herself behind the hangings of the hall.  The sword sped along point first, it rushed like a spear through the air.  It fell on the hangings, piercing them, piercing the heart of Thorunna, who cowered behind them, so that with one cry she sank dead to earth, slain by her lover’s hand.

Now when men saw that Ospakar once more held Whitefire in his hand—­Whitefire that Brighteyes had won from him—­they called aloud that it was an omen.  The sword of Blacktooth had come back to Blacktooth and now Eric would surely be slain of it!

Eric sprang from the ground.  He heard the shouts and saw Whitefire blazing in Ospakar’s hand.

“Now thou art weaponless, fly!  Brighteyes; fly!” cried some.

Gudruda’s cheek grew white with fear, and for a moment Eric’s heart failed him.

“Fly not!” roared Skallagrim.  “Bjoern tripped thee.  Yet hast thou half a shield!”