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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351344" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bergliot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(In her lodgings)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-day King Harald<br>Must hold his ting-peace;<br>For Einar has here<br>Five hundred peasants.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our son Eindride<br>Safeguards his father,<br>Who goes in fearless<br>The King defying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus maybe Harald,<br>Mindful that Einar<br>Has crowned in Norway<br>Two men with kingship,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will grant that peace be,<br>On law well grounded;<br>This was his promise,<br>His people's longing.-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What rolling sand-waves<br>Swirl up the roadway!<br>What noise is nearing!<br>Look forth, my footboy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-The wind's but blowing!<br>Here storms beat wildly;<br>The fjord is open,<br>The fells low-lying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The town's unchanged<br>Since child I trod it;<br>The wind sends hither<br>The snarling sea-hounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-What flaming thunder<br>From thousand voices!<br>Steel-weapons redden<br>With stains of warfare!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shields are clashing!<br>See, sand-clouds rising,<br>Speer-billows rolling<br>Round Tambarskelve!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hard is his fortune!-<br>Oh, faithless Harald:<br>Death's ravens roving<br>Ride o'er thy ting-peace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fetch forth the wagon,<br>Drive to the fighting!<br>At home to cower<br>Would cost my life now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(On the way)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O yeomen, yield not,<br>Circle and save him!<br>Eindride, aid now<br>Thine aged father!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Build a shield-bulwark<br>For him bow-bending!<br>Death has no allies<br>Like Einar's arrows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou, Saint Olaf,<br>Oh, for thy son's sake!<br>Help him with good words<br>In Gimle's high hall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">( Nearer )</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our foes are the stronger…<br>They fight now no longer…<br>Subduing,<br>Pursuing,<br>They press to the river,-<br>What is it that's done?<br>What makes me thus quiver?<br>Will fortune us shun?<br>What stillness astounding!<br>The peasants are staying,<br>Their lances now grounding,<br>Two dead men surrounding,<br>Nor Harald delaying!<br>What throngs now enwall<br>The ting-hall's high door!…<br>Silent they all<br>Let me pass o'er!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is Eindride<br>!-<br>Glances of pity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fear lest they show it,<br>Flee lest they greet me…<br>So I must know it:<br>Two deaths there will meet me!-<br>Room! I must see:<br>Oh, it is they!-<br>Can it so be?-<br>Yes, it is they!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fallen the noblest<br>Chief of the Northland;<br>Best of Norwegian<br>Bows is broken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fallen is Einar<br>Tambarskelve,<br>Our son beside him,-<br>Eindride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Murdered with malice,<br>He, who to Magnus<br>More was than father,<br>King Knut the Mighty's<br>Son's counselor good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slain by assassins<br>Svolder's sharp-shooter,<br>The lion that leaped on the<br>Heath of Lyrskog!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pride of the peasants<br>Snared in a pitfall,<br>Time-honored Tronder,<br>Tambarskelve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White-haired and honored,<br>Hurled to the hounds here,-<br>Our son beside him,<br>Eindride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up, up, ye peasants, he has fallen,<br>But he who felled him is living!<br>Have you not known me? Bergliot,<br>Daughter of Haakon from Hjörungavaag;-<br>Now I am Tambarskelve's widow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To you I appeal, peasant-warriors:<br>My aged husband has fallen.<br>See, see, here is blood on his blanching hair,<br>Your heads shall it be on forever,<br>For cold it becomes, while vain is your vengeance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up, up, warriors, your chieftain has fallen,<br>Your honor, your father, the joy of your children,<br>Legend of all the valley, hero of all the land,-<br>Here he has fallen, will you not avenge him?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Murdered with malice within the king's hall,<br>The ting-hall, the hall of the law, thus murdered,<br>Murdered by him whom the law holds highest,-<br>From heaven will lightning fall on the land,<br>If thus left unpurged by the flames of vengeance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Launch the long-ships from land<br>Einar's nine long-ships are lying here,<br>Let them hasten vengeance on Harald!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If he stood here, Haakon Ivarson,<br>If he stood here on the hill, my kinsman,<br>The fjord should not save the slayer of Einar,<br>And I should not seek you cowards who flinch!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, peasants, hear me, my husband has fallen,<br>The high-seat of my thoughts through years half a hundred!<br>Overthrown it now is, and by its right side,<br>Our only son fell, oh, all our future!<br>All is now empty between my two arms;<br>Can I ever again lift them up in prayer?<br>Or whither on earth shall I betake me?<br>If I go and stay in the places of strangers,-<br>I shall long for those where we lived together.<br>But if I betake me thither,-<br>Ah, them, themselves I shall miss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Odin in Valhall I dare not beseech;<br>For him I forsook in days of childhood.<br>But the great new God in Gimle?-<br>All that I had He has taken!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vengeance? Who speaks of vengeance?<br>Can vengeance the dead awaken,<br>Or cover me warm from the cold?<br>Find I in it a widow's seat sheltered,<br>Solace to cheer a childless mother?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away with your vengeance! Let me alone!<br>Lay him on the wagon, him and our son!<br>Come, we will follow them home.<br>That God in Gimle, new and fearful, who all has taken,<br>Let Him now also take vengeance! Well He knows how!<br>Drive slowly! For so drove Einar always;<br>-Soon enough we shall come home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dogs to-day will not greet us gladly,<br>But drearily howl with drooping tails.<br>And lifting their heads the horses will listen;<br>Neighing they stand, the stable-door watching,<br>Eindride's voice awaiting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain for his voice will they hearken,<br>Nor hears the hall the step of Einar,<br>That called before him for all to arise and stand,<br>For now came their chieftain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too large the house is; I will lock it;<br>Workmen, servants send away;<br>Sell the cattle and the horses,<br>Move far hence and live alone.<br>Drive slowly!<br>-Soon enough we shall come home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</a><div class=q>
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To-day King Harald
Must hold his ting-peace;
For Einar has here
Five hundred peasants.

Our son Eindride
Safeguards his father,
Who goes in fearless
The King defying.

Thus maybe Harald,
Mindful that Einar
Has crowned in Norway
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