The Spike or Victoria University College Review June 1925
In The Hall of Sigurd
In The Hall of Sigurd
[Trumpets, and a slow march. Enter Olaf Tryg-Vason, with ceremony: after him Einar Tambar-Skelver, Thorolf, Forkbeard and others, through archway R. Back: enter L. Haakon and Sigurd's retainers.]
Sigurd: Welcome, King Olaf, for the cordial heart With which thou honourest my feast, and welcome For those warm feelings which thou showest me. King Thorolf, welcome! I shall welcome thee More than another man: thou hast deserved Best welcome from my heart.
Thorolf: Why, what a sheaf of welcomes have we here! [Aside.]
Olaf: I do adjure thee solemnly by heaven, Soil not thy soul with lies.
Sigurd: I'll sift my words.
Thorolf: Is thy lady still abed?
Sigurd: She is as grim as thou art gaudy, Thorolf: She sits within her chamber stitching black Into the funeral sheets.
[The curtain over the archway L.C. is swept aside: Gerda appears at the top of the steps, in such a manner as to appear between and a little above two torch-bearers, and framed by the arch as in a picture. She is dressed in vivid scarlet, with ornaments of gold: her hair loose, now flecked with grey: the black-winged helmet of Harald of the Orkneys upon her head, and the dagger with which she slew him at her side. Excitement has brought back some of the youthfulness to her cheeks. She resembles the Gerda of the Prologue, but sterner, more dominant.—Astonishment and confusion.]
Olaf: Is this thy meekness, Gerda?
Gerda: Liege, it is.
Old Odin give thee cheer: The gods exact Payment for infidelity.
Olaf: Then ne'er
Gerda: And I now am wholly Norse—
Wholly the people thou and I destroyed—
A folk of steel and iron, that we swaddled
In puling Southern customs.
Olaf: Thou'rt unmatched
Gerda [comes to the table in high fettle] : Hail to the Norse! may all
The gaudy fooleries of chivalry
Be powerless to unsoul them!
Einar: Gerda, hail!
No white young girl can match thy pagan brow.
Forkbeard: I knew a rock upon the coast of Hoypage 37
Beaten by winter winds, cracked with the frosts,
Live with the cries of gulls: alone and torn:
It was the king of storms: that art thou, dame,
And with all that—I hate thee!
Olaf: Scarlet cloths
At Christian funeral-feasts!
Gerda: It is the king
Of all the colours as the horn of war,
Of all the lutes—as thunder of the rout,
Of mountain storms. Here's to young Olaf! Not
The King of Norway, but the landless man,
Sent from his home to rove the winter seas
And know the green below the breaking wave,
From Ireland to old Novgorod the king
Of winter seas, and winter hearts, and men
Of headlong passions!
Olaf [leaps to his feet] : Gerda! what art thou That scarred and torn keep'st such a power in thee?
Gerda: Sigurd, thou'rt silent.
Olaf: Witch! thou'lt win me back
To favour Sigurd—I am here on earth
As Heaven's justice, and I will see guilt
Or innocence proved clear this day.
Gerda: Thou had'st
The whiff o' the mountains in thy nostrils: pure.
Rich air like wine above the birch-tops, where
Short summer grass awaits the winter snows.
Be Norse, not foreign: cast these new ideas
Of chivalry and Christianity Away from thee!
Forkbeard [to Olaf] : King! can'st thou ne'er gainsay a woman's power!
Thorolf: Dead Harald's raven-helmet on her brow.
Gerda: Be true unto thyself, what thou wast born.
And let all Rome and Saxon England wail
In vain for influence o'er thy Northern heart.
There is a magic in the North, no lull
Of soft silk Southern waves—
Olaf: 'Greet thee, Jarl's-wife!
The Valkyr looks from out thine eyes! thou speak'st Like runes of Odin: thou alone art worthy To guide my kingdom! Thou and Sigurd be My right hand till I die—and all old crimes As Martyrs' dust i' the South.
[Pause. Olaf clasps Gerda's hands. Sigurd has leapt to his feet.]
Sigurd: Gerda! art thou
One more than mortal?
Gerda [laughs wildly] : Ha! the berserk blood
Laughs in my veins! Now am I very Gerda—
And thy true wife! I've journeyed far with thee;
We are one flesh : we'll die in the same hour.
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Sigurd—thy hand—there's fire before mine eyes
And in mine ears the roar of mountain floods.
[The figure of Helga crosses slowly from an angle L. back, appearing to come from the wall, and walks out of door R. back. Gerda sees her. She pauses suddenly and for a few seconds catches her breath. Then in a torrent]
I killed him—Harald Jarl—Peace, Helga. peace;
There's blood before mine eyes—I killed the Jarl!
With mine own hand!—Seize her—she'll make me blind!
Ha! call me murderess and bid her go—
[Exit wraith of Helga.]
Olaf: Seize her!
Gerda: The Black Ship—bear the body out—
It floats to sea amid the hail—Ho, Thorolf!
He died like a rat—
Olaf: Justice upon them both!
Bind them! King Olafs justice!
[Guards spring to seize Sigurd and Gerda. Sigurd leaps the table and stands by Gerda, his sword drawn.]
Sigurd: Let my sword
Speak, and not I.
Gerda [calmer]: I did not kill the Jarl:
It was a fit of madness—I am tired:
No word I said was true. Fight, Sigurd, fight!
Olaf [draws]: They are without the law, both man and wife!
Let them be hunted like the desert deer.
Sigurd: Ha, Thorolf! here's my thanks. Rockskull! Be near! Ahoy! ahoy!
Gerda: This dagger be my hope!
Thorolf: Jarl Harald's blood is on it.
[Sigurd wounds Thorolf, who falls. Sigurd and Gerda dash out of the archway R. back.]
Sigurd: To the wilds!
Olaf: After them, knights! wind horns unto the hunt!
[Trumpets, blows, tumult. As Olaf and his men rush out the curtain falls swiftly. R. front, vessels upset, retainers and servants heeled into a corner.]
E. L. Palmer.