From a Swedish Homestead

to the earth all the light she possesses! The fair sun is like a mother whose son is about to set ou

trees have garbed themselves in such splendid raiment that one's heart is gladdened. One would almost think that the trees

itself. But Hisingen is covered with golden-white birch-trees. At Hisingen the

ip after the other, rowing homewards. And when the ships approach Kungah?lla they hoist new white sails, instead of the old ones of gray wadmal; and one cannot h

fill the storehouses with salt and train-oil, with costly weapons, and many-coloured rugs. They haul large and small vessels on to

rries sails striped with purple and a golden device on the prow; they wonder what kind of ship it can be that comes flying over the wave

'It must be the beautiful Princess Ingegerd, for whom Ola

en she rows past them on her way to the King's Landing-Stage. Men

; and every man who sees her radiant face tears his cap from his head and swings it high in the air. But on the King's Landing-S

n-red autumnal leaves from the trees and strew them on the bridge and in the street; and they hasten t

all walk, and foremost on the landing-stage she sees the King awaiting her with smiles. And the Princess forgets everything she would have said

hen Astrid spoke the King lowered his eyes in order not to think of anything but her lovely voice, and when she had been speaking for a long time he began to cut the table with his knife without thinking of what he

en. The Queen saw that they exchanged troubled glances with

d talked with Astrid and cut the top of the table. A whole little heap of chips la

Eilif?' he asked, turning t

' answered Eilif in a

ted his head and

o-morrow is Monday?'

the fireplace, seized a burning coal, and laid it on the chips, which soon caught fire. The King stood quite sti

ne day finds out my sin,' she thought, 'he who pun

arrow hold awaiting death. He had been suffering for a long time from pains in his foot, and

not know that King Olaf is here in the town, and that God, on account of his piety and holiness, has given him po

s me because I have slain his foster-brother, Reor the White. If he kn

nto the town, he met the young Queen, wh

Agge from Gardarike, who has slain thy foster-brother,

ediately up to King Olaf, who stood in the

darike, who slew thy foster-brother, lies sick

ickly down one of the narrow lanes between the houses until he reached the harbour. There he found the ship

u hast always escaped me. Now thou hast been struck down with sickness here

and death was very near. Olaf Haraldsson lai

fe of this mine

o the hall, fetched his weapons and called for some of his men. Then she hurried after him down to

g's hands rested upon the forehead and breast of the dying man, the deathly pallor vanished from his f

sword after her along the road. Her face was paler than the dying m

nd went across the courtyard towards the gateway. Several of the King's henchmen stood in the courtyard to acc

is head, and was attired in a long mantle of red velvet. He went very quietly, and there was a holy peace over his face. Astr

le, lifted a drawn sword, which he had hidden under it, and rushed at the King. But when he was quite close to him, the mild an

clear glance; the man tried to turn his eyes away from hi

her to slay thee; but when I saw thy saintly face my sword fell f

on her knees w

e said. 'Woe unto me, because by lying and