<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</SPAN></span></p>
<p class="bold2">GUNNAR TURNS FREY ABOUT AGAINST FREY'S WILL</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2><span>CHAPTER XI</span> <span class="smaller">GUNNAR TURNS FREY ABOUT AGAINST FREY'S WILL</span></h2>
<p>Sigrid told Gunnar that the old priest of Frey who lived in the village,
and who had been the man wishful to slay him on the altar, intended to
have a sacrifice on the morrow. "Oh, does he so?" said Gunnar. "And what
is he going to sacrifice?"</p>
<p>She said, "It is a boy."</p>
<p>"We will see about that," Gunnar said. "It may be that it will be
himself who gets the worst of it."</p>
<p class="space-above">The next day, before the hour of sacrifice, Gunnar told Sigrid to go
into the court and leave him to draw the curtains. She did<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</SPAN></span> as she was
told. The people assembled, and he heard their singing, and the stamping
of their feet as they danced about the victim. Then they all called on
Frey, and he peeped through the curtains and saw the old man in a crown
of leaves, with his knife in his hand, and the victim naked except for a
loin-cloth, bound up tightly with cords. There also was the basket of
osier. Having done what he wished to do in the temple, he drew the
curtains. To their great consternation they saw that Frey had his back
to them instead of his face. Gunnar, who had come out by a side door,
joined Sigrid in the gallery of the temple. They sat close together
looking at the amazed people.</p>
<p>The old man gave a shrill cry. "Frey abandons us! He is angry." Then he
turned to his flock and spoke vehemently, but Gunnar could not hear his
words. Sigrid watched them with keen and bitter eyes.</p>
<p>Presently the old man turned again and beckoned to Gunnar. He, however,
sat<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</SPAN></span> where he was. Then he was hailed by his enemy. "You, stranger, come
down."</p>
<p>Gunnar said, "I am a servant of the temple, and will not come down. Do
you come up rather and say what you have to say."</p>
<p>The old man then came shuffling up, with his gown dragging at his
ankles. When he stood before Gunnar, he was out of breath, and that
added to his rage.</p>
<p>Gunnar asked him what the matter was, and Whitebeard gnashed his gums
together.</p>
<p>"The matter is that Frey is angry—not because of sacrifice, but because
there has been none since you came here. There must be much more blood
shed—and the sooner the better."</p>
<p>"I assure you," Gunnar replied, "that there will be bloodshed if you
persist, and that blood will be your own."</p>
<p>Whitebeard looked fiercely at him. "You are talking foolishly. Who would
shed<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</SPAN></span> my blood? And how would that be pleasing to my master Frey?"</p>
<p>Gunnar replied, "I will tell you the answer to your questions. To your
first: I would very willingly shed your blood, and your blood is the
only blood that I would willingly shed. And I believe that all these
people would dip their hands in it and show it to Frey, who would then
turn his face to them again. As for your second, it is plain that Frey
is displeased with your present sacrifice."</p>
<p>Whitebeard was in a great rage. He put his face close to Gunnar's and
said whispering (but Sigrid heard him), "It was you who turned Frey
about."</p>
<p>"It was," said Gunnar.</p>
<p>"You own to your blasphemy. For blasphemy it is, though you said
nothing."</p>
<p>"Take it so," said Gunnar.</p>
<p>The old man looked about him, not knowing what to do next. His eyes fell
upon Sigrid, who stood stiffly by with fixed looks.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Mistress," he said then, "Frey's wife, what say you?" She shivered.</p>
<p>"There must be no sacrifice," she said. "Frey will not have it."</p>
<p>"But you heard this man tell me that he turned Frey about?"</p>
<p>"I did," she said. "He did so at my desire."</p>
<p>"You own yourself party to his wicked mind?"</p>
<p>"His mind is the mind of Frey in this," she said.</p>
<p>The old man frowned deeply. "You avow that?"</p>
<p>"I do."</p>
<p>"Did Frey confide it to you?"</p>
<p>"He did."</p>
<p>"When this man Gunnar was not there?"</p>
<p>"He was not there."</p>
<p>The old man tossed his arms up. "There is no more to say."</p>
<p>Then Gunnar, even while his enemy stood by him, addressed the people.
He<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</SPAN></span> said, "I come from a distant country, where Frey has been had in
honour, but not in your way. Your way is beastliness and great shame to
you because you read into the mind of the God what is the secret
pleasure of the vilest of you, such as this old toothless man here. He,
loving to see men's blood flow, believes that Frey takes joy in it also.
But Frey knows very well that a man is better than a beast, and if he
love the smell of beasts' blood, that is his affair, but the blood of
men is more honourable than that, and reserved for better work. He says
that I put into the mind of Frey to be done with the slaughter of men.
Have it that I did; did I not well to bring his mind to what is
excellent in men? Of what use to Frey, or what pleasure can he have in
the blood of base or craven men? I said that I would shed the blood of
this vile old man, and so I would if I thought that Frey would be the
better of it. But the fact is that it would make the ground sick,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</SPAN></span> and
Frey would curse you for the gift. Have done with that, and be sure that
Frey does not need blood at all, but honesty and the good works of your
hands. If you have children, offer them to Frey, but alive, not dead.
Shed marrow rather than blood, and Frey will approve your fruitfulness
and bless the seed and the seed-plot. And if blood must be shed, let
Frey shed his own for you, as the God of the Christians did, Who gives
His people every day His body to eat and His blood to drink—which turn
in their breasts to milk and in their veins to courage. Let Frey show
himself such a God, and you will have no need for lascivious-minded old
men to lead you into their own nasty vices." Then turning to Whitebeard,
he said, "Get you gone, old monster, and gnash your gums apart where
none can see your impotent malice."</p>
<p>The people applauded him when he had done. Some brought branches of
trees, and some nests of eggs to Frey. Then<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</SPAN></span> Gunnar turned him round to
face them, and they rejoiced.</p>
<p>But Sigrid was pale and trembling, and would not look at Gunnar or speak
to him all the rest of the day. She stood about by Frey, and put her
hand in his, and talked to him, sometimes touching his beard.</p>
<p>Gunnar made the best of it, and let her alone; but seeing her next day
in the same mood of alienation, he asked her what the matter was, and
"Is there anything I can do about it?" She began to tremble again, and
violently; but she used all her force to control herself, and presently
told him that all he could do was to leave the place. "If you seek my
happiness," she said, "that is what you will do."</p>
<p>"Well," said Gunnar, "I do wish you happy, sweetheart."</p>
<p>"Ah," said she, "it is your sweethearting of me that has made this
trouble."</p>
<p>"Well," he said again, "and it does make trouble, my dear; but it is a
pleasant<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</SPAN></span> trouble when all's said; and there's a remedy for it."</p>
<p>"It is that which I desire," she said, and he said, "So do I desire it."</p>
<p>Then she said, "Do you know what you did yesterday? You made me untrue
to Frey."</p>
<p>"How so?"</p>
<p>"Why, you drove me to say what was untrue. He did not speak his mind to
me. That is not true. Or if he did, what he said was quite otherwise."</p>
<p>"You mean," said Gunnar, "that the mind of Frey, as you understand it,
is not my mind."</p>
<p>"Certainly it is not," she said. "He hates you. He does not rest because
of you."</p>
<p>Gunnar looked at her. "You mean, I believe, that you do not rest."</p>
<p>She stamped her foot. "It is the same thing. If he does not rest, how
can I rest?"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Gunnar said, "It is not at all the same thing. And do you think you
would rest better if I went away?"</p>
<p>She shook her head, but did not speak. He saw that she was crying.</p>
<p>"Well," said he after a while, "then I shall not go, but will stay here
and make Frey a little more friendly."</p>
<p>"Ah," she said in her tears, "you won't do that. He is jealous of you.
You can see it."</p>
<p>"I see nothing of it, I assure you," Gunnar said, "and he has no cause.
But there are many ways of curing jealousy, one of which is easy." She
waited to hear what it was, but without asking. She wanted to know very
badly, but Gunnar did not tell her what it was. So after a while of
waiting she said, "You are hateful; I hate you," and walked away. Gunnar
went out into the sun; and by and by she came back with needlework and
sat where she could see him at his business of tending the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</SPAN></span>
temple-garth; but she would not speak to him for the rest of the day.</p>
<p class="space-above">The season wore to the winter. With the first snow and the fall of the
leaf men began to make ready for the winter feasts. There was now no
question of Gunnar going. No man could travel that country in the winter
when the days are but a few hours long, and the snow is deep and bends
the trees to the earth. Gunnar, who did not want to go at all, put it
jokingly to Sigrid that perhaps the god of the wolves wanted a human
sacrifice, and that perhaps it was himself they wanted. She showed him
her eyes full of trouble, and he was touched.</p>
<p>"You don't wish me to say that?"</p>
<p>She said, "I cannot bear you to talk lightly of such things."</p>
<p>"Frey would be glad of such a sacrifice, I am thinking."</p>
<p>She left him instantly and went to Frey. But she soon came back again.
She was never long away from where he happened to be.</p>
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