OLAF TRYGGVESON 91 God dispose of my life ; but flight I will never take." And so the battle ar- rangements immediately began, and the battle with all fury went loose .' and lasted hour after hour, till almost sunset, if I well recollect. " Olaf stood on the Serpent's quarter-deck," says Snorro, " high over the others. He had a gilt shield and a helmet inlaid with gold ; over his armor he had a short red coat, and was easily distinguished from other men." Snorro's account of the battle is alto- gether animated, graphic, and so minute that antiquaries gather from it, if so disposed (which we but little are), what the methods of Norse sea-fighting were ; their shooting of arrows, casting of javelins, pitching of big stones, ultimately boarding, and mutual clashing and smashing, which it would not avail us to speak of here. Olaf stood conspicuous all day, throwing javelins, of deadly aim, with both hands at once ; encouraging, fighting, and commanding like a highest sea- king. The Danish fleet, the Swedish fleet, were, both of them, quickly dealt with, and successively withdrew out of shot-range. And then Jarl Eric came up, and fiercely grappled with the Long Serpent, or, rather, with her surrounding com- rades ; and gradually, as they were beaten empty of men, with the Long Serpent herself. The fight grew ever fiercer, more furious. Eric was supplied with new men from the Swedes and Danes ; Olaf had no such resource, except from the crevs of his own beaten ships ; and at length this also failed him ; all his ships, except the Long Serpent, being beaten and emptied. Olaf fought on unyield- ing. Eric twice boarded him, was twice repulsed. Olaf kept his quarter-deck ; unconquerable, though left now more and more hopeless, fatally short of help. A tall young man, called Einar Tamberskelver, very celebrated and important after- ward in Norway, and already the best archer known, kept busy with his bow. Twice he nearly shot Jarl Eric in his ship. " Shoot me that man," said Jarl Eric to a bowman near him ; and, just as Tamberskelver was drawing his bow the third time, an arrow hit it in the middle and broke it in two. " What is this that has broken ? " asked King Olaf. " Norway from thy hand, King," answered Tamberskelver. Tryggveson's men, he observed with surprise, were striking vio- lently on Eric's ; but to no purpose ; nobody fell. " How is this?" asked Trygg- veson. Our swords are notched and blunted, King ; they do not cut." Olaf stept down to his arm-chest ; delivered out new swords ; and it was observed as he did it, blood ran trickling from his wrist ; but none knew where the wound was. Eric boarded a third time. Olaf, left with hardly more than one man, sprang overboard (one sees that red coat of his still glancing in the evening sun), and sank in the deep waters to his long rest. Rumor ran among his people that he still was not dead ; grounding on some movement by the ships of that traitorous Sigwald, they fancied Olaf had dived beneath the keels of his enemies, and got away with Sigwald, as Sigwald himself evidently did. " Much was hoped, supposed, spoken," says one old mourning Skald ; " but the truth was, Olaf Tryggveson was never seen in Norseland more." Strangely he remains still a shining figure to us ; the wildly beautifullest man, in body and in soul, that one has ever heard of in the North.
