_We have said that there are many and strange shadows, memories surviving from dim pasts, in this FANTASTIC UNIVERSE of ours. Poul Anderson turns to a legend from the Northern countries, countries where even today the pagan past seems only like yesterday, and tells the story of Cappen Varra, who came to Norren a long, long time ago. _ the valor of cappen varra by . . . _POUL ANDERSON_ "Let little Cappen go, " they shouted. "Maybe he can sing the trolls to sleep--" The wind came from the north with sleet on its back. Raw shudderinggusts whipped the sea till the ship lurched and men felt drivenspindrift stinging their faces. Beyond the rail there was winter night, a moving blackness where the waves rushed and clamored; straining intothe great dark, men sensed only the bitter salt of sea-scud, the nettleof sleet and the lash of wind. Cappen lost his footing as the ship heaved beneath him, his hands wereyanked from the icy rail and he went stumbling to the deck. The bilgewater was new coldness on his drenched clothes. He struggled back to hisfeet, leaning on a rower's bench and wishing miserably that his quakingstomach had more to lose. But he had already chucked his share ofstockfish and hardtack, to the laughter of Svearek's men, when the galestarted. Numb fingers groped anxiously for the harp on his back. It still seemedintact in its leather case. He didn't care about the sodden wadmalbreeks and tunic that hung around his skin. The sooner they rotted offhim, the better. The thought of the silks and linens of Croy was a sighin him. Why had he come to Norren? A gigantic form, vague in the whistling dark, loomed beside him and gavehim a steadying hand. He could barely hear the blond giant's bull tones:"Ha, easy there, lad. Methinks the sea horse road is too rough for yerfeet. " "Ulp, " said Cappen. His slim body huddled on the bench, too miserable tocare. The sleet pattered against his shoulders and the spray congealedin his red hair. Torbek of Norren squinted into the night. It made his leathery face amesh of wrinkles. "A bitter feast Yolner we hold, " he said. "'Twas amadness of the king's, that he would guest with his brother across thewater. Now the other ships are blown from us and the fire is drenchedout and we lie alone in the Wolf's Throat. " Wind piped shrill in the rigging. Cappen could just see the longboat'ssingle mast reeling against the sky. The ice on the shrouds made it apale pyramid. Ice everywhere, thick on the rails and benches, sheathingthe dragon head and the carved stern-post, the ship rolling andstaggering under the great march of waves, men bailing and bailing inthe half-frozen bilge to keep her afloat, and too much wind for sail oroars. Yes--a cold feast! "But then, Svearek has been strange since the troll took his daughter, three years ago, " went on Torbek. He shivered in a way the winter hadnot caused. "Never does he smile, and his once open hand grasps tightabout the silver and his men have poor reward and no thanks. Yes, strange--" His small frost-blue eyes shifted to Cappen Varra, and theunspoken thought ran on beneath them: Strange, even, that he likes you, the wandering bard from the south. Strange, that he will have you in hishall when you cannot sing as his men would like. Cappen did not care to defend himself. He had drifted up toward thenorthern barbarians with the idea that they would well reward a minstrelwho could offer them something more than their own crude chants. It hadbeen a mistake; they didn't care for roundels or sestinas, they yawnedat the thought of roses white and red under the moon of Caronne, a moonless fair than my lady's eyes. Nor did a man of Croy have the size andstrength to compel their respect; Cappen's light blade flickered swiftlyenough so that no one cared to fight him, but he lacked the power ofsheer bulk. Svearek alone had enjoyed hearing him sing, but he wasniggardly and his brawling thorp was an endless boredom to a man used tothe courts of southern princes. If he had but had the manhood to leave-- But he had delayed, because ofa lusty peasant wench and a hope that Svearek's coffers would openwider; and now he was dragged along over the Wolf's Throat to amidwinter feast which would have to be celebrated on the sea. "Had we but fire--" Torbek thrust his hands inside his cloak, trying towarm them a little. The ship rolled till she was almost on her beamends; Torbek braced himself with practiced feet, but Cappen went intothe bilge again. He sprawled there for a while, his bruised body refusing movement. Aweary sailor with a bucket glared at him through dripping hair. Hisshout was dim under the hoot and skirl of wind: "If ye like it so welldown here, then help us bail!" "'Tis not yet my turn, " groaned Cappen, and got slowly up. The wave which had nearly swamped them had put out the ship's fire anddrenched the wood beyond hope of lighting a new one. It was cold fishand sea-sodden hardtack till they saw land again--if they ever did. As Cappen raised himself on the leeward side, he thought he sawsomething gleam, far out across the wrathful night. A wavering redspark-- He brushed a stiffened hand across his eyes, wondering if themadness of wind and water had struck through into his own skull. A gustof sleet hid it again. But-- He fumbled his way aft between the benches. Huddled figures cursed himwearily as he stepped on them. The ship shook herself, rolled along theedge of a boiling black trough, and slid down into it; for an instant, the white teeth of combers grinned above her rail, and Cappen waited foran end to all things. Then she mounted them again, somehow, and wallowedtoward another valley. King Svearek had the steering oar and was trying to hold the longboatinto the wind. He had stood there since sundown, huge and untiring, legsbraced and the bucking wood cradled in his arms. More than human heseemed, there under the icicle loom of the stern-post, his gray hair andbeard rigid with ice. Beneath the horned helmet, the strong moody faceturned right and left, peering into the darkness. Cappen felt smallerthan usual when he approached the steersman. He leaned close to the king, shouting against the blast of winter: "Mylord, did I not see firelight?" "Aye. I spied it an hour ago, " grunted the king. "Been trying to steerus a little closer to it. " Cappen nodded, too sick and weary to feel reproved. "What is it?" "Some island--there are many in this stretch of water--now shut up!" Cappen crouched down under the rail and waited. The lonely red gleam seemed nearer when he looked again. Svearek's toneswere lifting in a roar that hammered through the gale from end to end ofthe ship: "Hither! Come hither to me, all men not working!" Slowly, they groped to him, great shadowy forms in wool and leather, bulking over Cappen like storm-gods. Svearek nodded toward theflickering glow. "One of the islands, somebody must be living there. Icannot bring the ship closer for fear of surf, but one of ye should beable to take the boat thither and fetch us fire and dry wood. Who willgo?" They peered overside, and the uneasy movement that ran among them camefrom more than the roll and pitch of the deck underfoot. Beorna the Bold spoke at last, it was hardly to be heard in the noisydark: "I never knew of men living hereabouts. It must be a lair oftrolls. " "Aye, so . . . Aye, they'd but eat the man we sent . . . Out oars, let'saway from here though it cost our lives . . . " The frightened mumble waslow under the jeering wind. Svearek's face drew into a snarl. "Are ye men or puling babes? Hack yerway through them, if they be trolls, but bring me fire!" "Even a she-troll is stronger than fifty men, my king, " cried Torbek. "Well ye know that, when the monster woman broke through our guardsthree years ago and bore off Hildigund. " "Enough!" It was a scream in Svearek's throat. "I'll have yer cravenheads for this, all of ye, if ye gang not to the isle!" They looked at each other, the big men of Norren, and their shouldershunched bear-like. It was Beorna who spoke it for them: "No, that yewill not. We are free housecarls, who will fight for a leader--but notfor a madman. " Cappen drew back against the rail, trying to make himself small. "All gods turn their faces from ye!" It was more than weariness anddespair which glared in Svearek's eyes, there was something of death inthem. "I'll go myself, then!" "No, my king. That we will not find ourselves in. " "I am the king!" "And we are yer housecarls, sworn to defend ye--even from yerself. Yeshall not go. " The ship rolled again, so violently that they were all thrown tostarboard. Cappen landed on Torbek, who reached up to shove him asideand then closed one huge fist on his tunic. "Here's our man!" "Hi!" yelled Cappen. Torbek hauled him roughly back to his feet. "Ye cannot row or bail yerfair share, " he growled, "nor do ye know the rigging or any skill of asailor--'tis time ye made yerself useful!" "Aye, aye--let little Cappen go--mayhap he can sing the trolls tosleep--" The laughter was hard and barking, edged with fear, and theyall hemmed him in. "My lord!" bleated the minstrel. "I am your guest--" Svearek laughed unpleasantly, half crazily. "Sing them a song, " hehowled. "Make a fine roun--whatever ye call it--to the troll-wife'sbeauty. And bring us some fire, little man, bring us a flame less hotthan the love in yer breast for yer lady!" Teeth grinned through matted beards. Someone hauled on the rope fromwhich the ship's small boat trailed, dragging it close. "Go, ye scut!" Ahorny hand sent Cappen stumbling to the rail. He cried out once again. An ax lifted above his head. Someone handed himhis own slim sword, and for a wild moment he thought of fighting. Useless--too many of them. He buckled on the sword and spat at the men. The wind tossed it back in his face, and they raved with laughter. Over the side! The boat rose to meet him, he landed in a heap ondrenched planks and looked up into the shadowy faces of the northmen. There was a sob in his throat as he found the seat and took out theoars. An awkward pull sent him spinning from the ship, and then the night hadswallowed it and he was alone. Numbly, he bent to the task. Unless hewanted to drown, there was no place to go but the island. He was too weary and ill to be much afraid, and such fear as he had wasall of the sea. It could rise over him, gulp him down, the gray horseswould gallop over him and the long weeds would wrap him when he rolleddead against some skerry. The soft vales of Caronne and the roses inCroy's gardens seemed like a dream. There was only the roar and boom ofthe northern sea, hiss of sleet and spindrift, crazed scream of wind, hewas alone as man had ever been and he would go down to the sharks alone. The boat wallowed, but rode the waves better than the longship. He grewdully aware that the storm was pushing him toward the island. It wasbecoming visible, a deeper blackness harsh against the night. He could not row much in the restless water, he shipped the oars andwaited for the gale to capsize him and fill his mouth with the sea. Andwhen it gurgled in his throat, what would his last thought be? Should hedwell on the lovely image of Ydris in Seilles, she of the long brighthair and the singing voice? But then there had been the tomboy laughterof dark Falkny, he could not neglect her. And there were memories ofElvanna in her castle by the lake, and Sirann of the Hundred Rings, andbeauteous Vardry, and hawk-proud Lona, and-- No, he could not do justiceto any of them in the little time that remained. What a pity it was! No, wait, that unforgettable night in Nienne, the beauty which hadwhispered in his ear and drawn him close, the hair which had fallen likea silken tent about his cheeks . . . Ah, that had been the summit of hislife, he would go down into darkness with her name on his lips . . . Buthell! What _had_ her name been, now? Cappen Varra, minstrel of Croy, clung to the bench and sighed. The great hollow voice of surf lifted about him, waves sheeted acrossthe gunwale and the boat danced in madness. Cappen groaned, huddlinginto the circle of his own arms and shaking with cold. Swiftly, now, theend of all sunlight and laughter, the dark and lonely road which all menmust tread. _O Ilwarra of Syr, Aedra in Tholis, could I but kiss youonce more--_ Stones grated under the keel. It was a shock like a sword going throughhim. Cappen looked unbelievingly up. The boat had drifted to land--hewas alive! It was like the sun in his breast. Weariness fell from him, and heleaped overside, not feeling the chill of the shallows. With a grunt, heheaved the boat up on the narrow strand and knotted the painter to afang-like jut of reef. Then he looked about him. The island was small, utterly bare, a savageloom of rock rising out of the sea that growled at its feet and streamedoff its shoulders. He had come into a little cliff-walled bay, somewhatsheltered from the wind. He was here! For a moment he stood, running through all he had learned about thetrolls which infested these northlands. Hideous and soulless dwellersunderground, they knew not old age; a sword could hew them asunder, butbefore it reached their deep-seated life, their unhuman strength hadplucked a man apart. Then they ate him-- Small wonder the northmen feared them. Cappen threw back his head andlaughed. He had once done a service for a mighty wizard in the south, and his reward hung about his neck, a small silver amulet. The wizardhad told him that no supernatural being could harm anyone who carried apiece of silver. The northmen said that a troll was powerless against a man who was notafraid; but, of course, only to see one was to feel the heart turn toice. They did not know the value of silver, it seemed--odd that theyshouldn't, but they did not. Because Cappen Varra did, he had no reasonto be afraid; therefore he was doubly safe, and it was but a matter oftalking the troll into giving him some fire. If indeed there was a trollhere, and not some harmless fisherman. He whistled gaily, wrung some of the water from his cloak and ruddyhair, and started along the beach. In the sleety gloom, he could justsee a hewn-out path winding up one of the cliffs and he set his feet onit. At the top of the path, the wind ripped his whistling from his lips. Hehunched his back against it and walked faster, swearing as he stumbledon hidden rocks. The ice-sheathed ground was slippery underfoot, and thecold bit like a knife. Rounding a crag, he saw redness glow in the face of a steep bluff. Acave mouth, a fire within--he hastened his steps, hungering for warmth, until he stood in the entrance. "_Who comes?_" It was a hoarse bass cry that rang and boomed between walls of rock;there was ice and horror in it, for a moment Cappen's heart stumbled. Then he remembered the amulet and strode boldly inside. "Good evening, mother, " he said cheerily. The cave widened out into a stony hugeness that gaped with tunnelsleading further underground. The rough, soot-blackened walls were hungwith plundered silks and cloth-of-gold, gone ragged with age and damp;the floor was strewn with stinking rushes, and gnawed bones were heapedin disorder. Cappen saw the skulls of men among them. In the center ofthe room, a great fire leaped and blazed, throwing billows of heatagainst him; some of its smoke went up a hole in the roof, the reststung his eyes to watering and he sneezed. The troll-wife crouched on the floor, snarling at him. She was quite themost hideous thing Cappen had ever seen: nearly as tall as he, she wastwice as broad and thick, and the knotted arms hung down past bowedknees till their clawed fingers brushed the ground. Her head wasbeast-like, almost split in half by the tusked mouth, the eyes wells ofdarkness, the nose an ell long; her hairless skin was green and cold, moving on her bones. A tattered shift covered some of her monstrousness, but she was still a nightmare. "Ho-ho, ho-ho!" Her laughter roared out, hungry and hollow as the surfaround the island. Slowly, she shuffled closer. "So my dinner comeswalking in to greet me, ho, ho, ho! Welcome, sweet flesh, welcome, goodmarrow-filled bones, come in and be warmed. " "Why, thank you, good mother. " Cappen shucked his cloak and grinning ather through the smoke. He felt his clothes steaming already. "I love youtoo. " Over her shoulder, he suddenly saw the girl. She was huddled in acorner, wrapped in fear, but the eyes that watched him were as blue asthe skies over Caronne. The ragged dress did not hide the gentle curvesof her body, nor did the tear-streaked grime spoil the lilt of her face. "Why, 'tis springtime in here, " cried Cappen, "and Primavera herself isstrewing flowers of love. " "What are you talking about, crazy man?" rumbled the troll-wife. Sheturned to the girl. "Heap the fire, Hildigund, and set up the roastingspit. Tonight I feast!" "Truly I see heaven in female form before me, " said Cappen. The troll scratched her misshapen head. "You must surely be from far away, moonstruck man, " she said. "Aye, from golden Croy am I wandered, drawn over dolorous seas and emptywild lands by the fame of loveliness waiting here; and now that I haveseen you, my life is full. " Cappen was looking at the girl as he spoke, but he hoped the troll might take it as aimed her way. "It will be fuller, " grinned the monster. "Stuffed with hot coals whileyet you live. " She glanced back at the girl. "What, are you not workingyet, you lazy tub of lard? Set up the spit, I said!" The girl shuddered back against a heap of wood. "No, " she whispered. "Icannot--not . . . Not for a man. " "Can and will, my girl, " said the troll, picking up a bone to throw ather. The girl shrieked a little. "No, no, sweet mother. I would not be so ungallant as to have beautytoil for me. " Cappen plucked at the troll's filthy dress. "It is notmeet--in two senses. I only came to beg a little fire; yet will I bearaway a greater fire within my heart. " "Fire in your guts, you mean! No man ever left me save as picked bones. " Cappen thought he heard a worried note in the animal growl. "Shall wehave music for the feast?" he asked mildly. He unslung the case of hisharp and took it out. The troll-wife waved her fists in the air and danced with rage. "Are youmad? I tell you, you are going to be eaten!" The minstrel plucked a string on his harp. "This wet air has played thedevil with her tone, " he murmured sadly. The troll-wife roared wordlessly and lunged at him. Hildigund coveredher eyes. Cappen tuned his harp. A foot from his throat, the clawsstopped. "Pray do not excite yourself, mother, " said the bard. "I carry silver, you know. " "What is that to me? If you think you have a charm which will turn me, know that there is none. I've no fear of your metal!" Cappen threw back his head and sang: "_A lovely lady full oft lies. The light that lies within her eyes And lies and lies, in no surprise. All her unkindness can devise To trouble hearts that seek the prize Which is herself, are angel lies--_" "_Aaaarrrgh!_" It was like thunder drowning him out. The troll-wifeturned and went on all fours and poked up the fire with her nose. Cappen stepped softly around her and touched the girl. She looked upwith a little whimper. "You are Svearek's only daughter, are you not?" he whispered. "Aye--" She bowed her head, a strengthless despair weighting it down. "The troll stole me away three winters agone. It has tickled her to havea princess for slave--but soon I will roast on her spit, even as ye, brave man--" "Ridiculous. So fair a lady is meant for another kind of, um, nevermind! Has she treated you very ill?" "She beats me now and again--and I have been so lonely, naught here atall save the troll-wife and I--" The small work-roughened hands clutcheddesperately at his waist, and she buried her face against his breast. "Can ye save us?" she gasped. "I fear 'tis for naught ye ventured yerlife, bravest of men. I fear we'll soon both sputter on the coals. " Cappen said nothing. If she wanted to think he had come especially torescue her, he would not be so ungallant to tell her otherwise. The troll-wife's mouth gashed in a grin as she walked through the fireto him. "There is a price, " she said. "If you cannot tell me threethings about myself which are true beyond disproving, not courage noramulet nor the gods themselves may avail to keep that red head on yourshoulders. " Cappen clapped a hand to his sword. "Why, gladly, " he said; this was arule of magic he had learned long ago, that three truths were theneedful armor to make any guardian charm work. "Imprimis, yours is theugliest nose I ever saw poking up a fire. Secundus, I was never in ahouse I cared less to guest at. Tertius, ever among trolls you arelittle liked, being one of the worst. " Hildigund moaned with terror as the monster swelled in rage. But therewas no movement. Only the leaping flames and the eddying smoke stirred. Cappen's voice rang out, coldly: "Now the king lies on the sea, frozenand wet, and I am come to fetch a brand for his fire. And I had bestalso see his daughter home. " The troll shook her head, suddenly chuckling. "No. The brand you mayhave, just to get you out of this cave, foulness; but the woman is in mythrall until a man sleeps with her--here--for a night. And if he does, Imay have him to break my fast in the morning!" Cappen yawned mightily. "Thank you, mother. Your offer of a bed is mostwelcome to these tired bones, and I accept gratefully. " "You will die tomorrow!" she raved. The ground shook under the hugeweight of her as she stamped. "Because of the three truths, I must letyou go tonight; but tomorrow I may do what I will!" "Forget not my little friend, mother, " said Cappen, and touched the cordof the amulet. "I tell you, silver has no use against me--" Cappen sprawled on the floor and rippled fingers across his harp. "_Alovely lady full oft lies--_" The troll-wife turned from him in a rage. Hildigund ladled up somebroth, saying nothing, and Cappen ate it with pleasure, though it couldhave used more seasoning. After that he indited a sonnet to the princess, who regarded himwide-eyed. The troll came back from a tunnel after he finished, and saidcurtly: "This way. " Cappen took the girl's hand and followed her into apitchy, reeking dark. She plucked an arras aside to show a room which surprised him by beinghung with tapestries, lit with candles, and furnished with a fine broadfeatherbed. "Sleep here tonight, if you dare, " she growled. "Andtomorrow I shall eat you--and you, worthless lazy she-trash, will havethe hide flayed off your back!" She barked a laugh and left them. Hildigund fell weeping on the mattress. Cappen let her cry herself outwhile he undressed and got between the blankets. Drawing his sword, helaid it carefully in the middle of the bed. The girl looked at him through jumbled fair locks. "How can ye dare?"she whispered. "One breath of fear, one moment's doubt, and the troll isfree to rend ye. " "Exactly. " Cappen yawned. "Doubtless she hopes that fear will come to melying wakeful in the night. Wherefore 'tis but a question of goinggently to sleep. O Svearek, Torbek, and Beorna, could you but see how Iam resting now!" "But . . . The three truths ye gave her . . . How knew ye. . . ?" "Oh, those. Well, see you, sweet lady, Primus and Secundus were my ownthoughts, and who is to disprove them? Tertius was also clear, since yousaid there had been no company here in three years--yet are there manytrolls in these lands, ergo even they cannot stomach our gentlehostess. " Cappen watched her through heavy-lidded eyes. She flushed deeply, blew out the candles, and he heard her slip off hergarment and get in with him. There was a long silence. Then: "Are ye not--" "Yes, fair one?" he muttered through his drowsiness. "Are ye not . . . Well, I am here and ye are here and--" "Fear not, " he said. "I laid my sword between us. Sleep in peace. " "I . . . Would be glad--ye have come to deliver--" "No, fair lady. No man of gentle breeding could so abuse his power. Goodnight. " He leaned over, brushing his lips gently across hers, andlay down again. "Ye are . . . I never thought man could be so noble, " she whispered. Cappen mumbled something. As his soul spun into sleep, he chuckled. Those unresting days and nights on the sea had not left him fit for thatkind of exercise. But, of course, if she wanted to think he was beingmagnanimous, it could be useful later-- * * * * * He woke with a start and looked into the sputtering glare of a torch. Its light wove across the crags and gullies of the troll-wife's face andshimmered wetly off the great tusks in her mouth. "Good morning, mother, " said Cappen politely. Hildigund thrust back a scream. "Come and be eaten, " said the troll-wife. "No, thank you, " said Cappen, regretfully but firmly. "'Twould be illfor my health. No, I will but trouble you for a firebrand and then theprincess and I will be off. " "If you think that stupid bit of silver will protect you, think again, "she snapped. "Your three sentences were all that saved you last night. Now I hunger. " "Silver, " said Cappen didactically, "is a certain shield against allblack magics. So the wizard told me, and he was such a nicewhite-bearded old man I am sure even his attendant devils never lied. Now please depart, mother, for modesty forbids me to dress before youreyes. " The hideous face thrust close to his. He smiled dreamily and tweaked hernose--hard. She howled and flung the torch at him. Cappen caught it and stuffed itinto her mouth. She choked and ran from the room. "A new sport--trollbaiting, " said the bard gaily into the suddendarkness. "Come, shall we not venture out?" The girl trembled too much to move. He comforted her, absentmindedly, and dressed in the dark, swearing at the clumsy leggings. When he left, Hildigund put on her clothes and hurried after him. The troll-wife squatted by the fire and glared at them as they went by. Cappen hefted his sword and looked at her. "I do not love you, " he saidmildly, and hewed out. She backed away, shrieking as he slashed at her. In the end, shecrouched at the mouth of a tunnel, raging futilely. Cappen pricked herwith his blade. "It is not worth my time to follow you down underground, " he said, "butif ever you trouble men again, I will hear of it and come and feed youto my dogs. A piece at a time--a very small piece--do you understand?" She snarled at him. "An _extremely_ small piece, " said Cappen amiably. "Have you heard me?" Something broke in her. "Yes, " she whimpered. He let her go, and shescuttled from him like a rat. He remembered the firewood and took an armful; on the way, hethoughtfully picked up a few jeweled rings which he didn't think shewould be needing and stuck them in his pouch. Then he led the girloutside. The wind had laid itself, a clear frosty morning glittered on the seaand the longship was a distant sliver against white-capped blueness. Theminstrel groaned. "What a distance to row! Oh, well--" * * * * * They were at sea before Hildigund spoke. Awe was in the eyes thatwatched him. "No man could be so brave, " she murmured. "Are ye a god?" "Not quite, " said Cappen. "No, most beautiful one, modesty grips mytongue. 'Twas but that I had the silver and was therefore proof againsther sorcery. " "But the silver was no help!" she cried. Cappen's oar caught a crab. "What?" he yelled. "No--no--why, she told ye so her own self--" "I thought she lied. I _know_ the silver guards against--" "But she used no magic! Trolls have but their own strength!" Cappen sagged in his seat. For a moment he thought he was going tofaint. Then only his lack of fear had armored him; and if he had knownthe truth, that would not have lasted a minute. He laughed shakily. Another score for his doubts about the overall valueof truth! The longship's oars bit water and approached him. Indignant voicesasking why he had been so long on his errand faded when his passengerwas seen. And Svearek the king wept as he took his daughter back intohis arms. The hard brown face was still blurred with tears when he looked at theminstrel, but the return of his old self was there too. "What ye havedone, Cappen Varra of Croy, is what no other man in the world could havedone. " "Aye--aye--" The rough northern voices held adoration as the warriorscrowded around the slim red-haired figure. "Ye shall have her whom ye saved to wife, " said Svearek, "and when I dieye shall rule all Norren. " Cappen swayed and clutched the rail. Three nights later he slipped away from their shore camp and turned hisface southward. Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Fantastic Universe_ January 1957. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U. S. Copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.