Now Skallagrim led Eric to his cave and fed the fire and gave him flesh to eat and ale to drink.  When he had eaten his fill Eric looked at the Baresark.  He had black hair streaked with grey that hung down upon his shoulders.  His nose was hooked like an eagle’s beak, his beard was wild and his sunken eyes were keen as a hawk’s.  He was somewhat bent and not over tall, but of a mighty make, for his shoulders must pass many a door sideways.

“Thou art a great man,” said Eric, “and it is something to have overcome thee.  Now tell me what turned thee Baresark.”

“A shameful deed that was done against me, lord.  Ten years ago I was a yeoman of small wealth in the north.  I had but one good thing, and that was the fairest housewife in those parts—­Thorunna by name—­and I loved her much, but we had no children.  Now, not far from my stead is a place called Swinefell, and there dwells a mighty chief named Ospakar Blacktooth; he is an evil man and strong——­”

Eric started at the name and then bade Skallagrim take up the tale.

“It chanced that Ospakar saw my wife Thorunna and would take her, but at first she did not listen.  Then he promised her wealth and all good things, and she was weary of our hard way of life and hearkened.  Still, she would not go away openly, for that had brought shame on her, but plotted with Ospakar that he should come and take her as though by force.  So it came about, as I lay heavily asleep one night at Thorunna’s side, having drunk somewhat too deeply of the autumn ale, that armed men seized me, bound me, and haled me from my bed.  There were eight of them, and with them was Ospakar.  Then Blacktooth bid Thorunna rise, clothe herself and come to be his May, and she made pretence to weep at this, but fell to it readily enough.  Now she bound her girdle round her and to it a knife hung.

“‘Kill thyself, sweet,’ I cried:  ‘death is better than shame.’

“‘Not so, husband,’ she answered.  ’It is true that I love but thee; yet a woman may find another love, but not another life,’ and I saw her laugh through her mock tears.  Now Ospakar rode in hot haste away to Swinefell and with him went Thorunna, but his men stayed a while and drank my ale, and, as they drank, they mocked me who was bound before them, and little by little all the truth was told of the doings of Ospakar and Thorunna my housewife, and I learned that it was she who had planned this sport.  Then my eyes grew dark and I drew near to death from very shame and bitterness.  But of a sudden something leaped up in my heart, fire raged before my eyes and voices in my ears called on to war and vengeance.  I was Baresark—­and like hay bands I burst my cords.  My axe hung on the wainscot.  I snatched it thence, and of what befell I know this alone, that, when the madness passed, eight men lay stretched out before me, and all the place was but a gore of blood.

“’Then I drew the dead together and piled drinking tables over them, and benches, and turf, and anything else that would burn, and put cod’s oil on the pile, and fired the stead above them, so that the tale went abroad that all these men were burned in their cups, and I with them.