309.  Did, self unscabbarded, etc.  Scott says here:  “The ancient warriors, whose hope and confidence rested chiefly in their blades, were accustomed to deduce omens from them, especially from such as were supposed to have been fabricated by enchanted skill, of which we have various instances in the romances and legends of the time.  The wonderful sword Skofnung, wielded by the celebrated Hrolf Kraka, was of this description.  It was deposited in the tomb of the monarch at his death, and taken from thence by Skeggo, a celebrated pirate, who bestowed it upon his son-in-law, Kormak, with the following curious directions:  ’"The manner of using it will appear strange to you.  A small bag is attached to it, which take heed not to violate.  Let not the rays of the sun touch the upper part of the handle, nor unsheathe it, unless thou art ready for battle.  But when thou comest to the place of fight, go aside from the rest, grasp and extend the sword, and breathe upon it.  Then a small worm will creep out of the handle; lower the handle, that he may more easily return into it.”  Kormak, after having received the sword, returned home to his mother.  He showed the sword, and attempted to draw it, as unnecessarily as ineffectually, for he could not pluck it out of the sheath.  His mother, Dalla, exclaimed, “Do not despise the counsel given to thee, my son.”  Kormak, however, repeating his efforts, pressed down the handle with his feet, and tore off the bag, when Skofung emitted a hollow groan; but still he could not unsheathe the sword.  Kormak then went out with Bessus, whom he had challenged to fight with him, and drew apart at the place of combat.  He sat down upon the ground, and ungirding the sword, which he bore above his vestments, did not remember to shield the hilt from the rays of the sun.  In vain he endeavored to draw it, till he placed his foot against the hilt; then the worm issued from it.  But Kormak did not rightly handle the weapon, in consequence whereof good fortune deserted it.  As he unsheathed Skofnung, it emitted a hollow murmur’ (Bartholini de Causis Contemptae a Danis adhuc Gentilibus Mortis, Libri Tres.  Hafniae, 1689, 4to, p. 574).

“To the history of this sentient and prescient weapon, I beg leave to add, from memory, the following legend, for which I cannot produce any better authority.  A young nobleman, of high hopes and fortune, chanced to lose his way in the town which he inhabited, the capital, if I mistake not, of a German province.  He had accidentally involved himself among the narrow and winding streets of a suburb, inhabited by the lowest order of the people, and an approaching thunder-shower determined him to ask a short refuge in the most decent habitation that was near him.  He knocked at the door, which was opened by a tall man, of a grisly and ferocious aspect, and sordid dress.  The stranger was readily ushered to a chamber, where swords, scourges, and machines, which seemed to be implements of torture,