i6 James Christian Lindbcrg 



With him ; and I betrayed his confidence, 



Lured Harald Graafeld out, — and all, for what ? 



That I myself might gain. Unworthy he, 



As was the merchant Prince, to wear a crown. 



At Limfiord-'* fell they both, and Halse holds 



Their common grave, the end of foolish greed, 



And Harald Bluetooth then assumed the crown, 



Unshared, and all through me. That later, I 



Defied him, when he asked for homage, toll, 



Entire submission, brought me no reproach 



From Norway's sons. My every act, and most, 



My last exploit at Hjoringsvaag-" at which 



The might of lomsborg sank, — when Bue-'' sprang 



Disheartened, overboard, his crippled arm 



About the money-chest, — have shown the power 



And shrewdness I possess. Now slowly sinks 



My sun ; a lingering hour of twilight still 



Remains, and that shall not be darkened. No ! 



But one of all the ancient stock remains ; 



And he. you think, is fully satisfied 



On Britain's throne? What sayst thou, cautious friend. 



If I should tell thee Trygv^e's son is here? 



TJiorcr. Here ? 



Carlshoved. Here in Norway ! 



Jostein. Olaf Trygveson! 



Hakon. It forced a smile, my Thorer, when this morn, 

 Thou didst with clever look, suggesting great 

 Importance, tell about thy kingly friend 

 In Dublin, pious Trygveson ! As if 

 For all these years my watchful eye hath slept. 

 Though silent then, the time to speak has come. 

 Then know: These tidings came today from boats 

 That hourly guard the coast, that Olaf takes 

 A fleet to aid the Russian Valdemar ;-' 

 But on his way has stopped at Nor\\'ay's coast. 

 To visit, so they say, his fatherland. 



Thorer. King Olaf? Olaf? Is it possible? 



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