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they knew nothing。 The next night the red cock crew＇9＇ over ten farms
in the valley； and it happened to he theirs who had spoken against King
Olaf's god。 Then the peasants flocked to the Ting…stone and received the
baptism of Christ the White。 Some few； who had mighty kinsmen in the
North； fled and spread the evil tidings。 Only one neither fled nor was
baptized； and that one was Lage Ulfson Kvaerk； the ancestor of the present
Lage。 He slew his best steed before Asathor's altar； and promised to give
him whatever he should ask； even to his own life； if he would save him
from the vengeance of the king。 Asathor heard his prayer。 As the sun
set； a storm sprung up with thick darkness and gloom； the earth shook；
Asathor drove his chariot over the heavens with deafening thunder and
swung his hammer right and left； and the crackling lightning flew through
the air like a hail…storm of fire。 Then the peasants trembled； for they
knew that Asathor was wroth。 Only the king sat calm and fearless with
his bishop and priests； quaffing the nut…brown mead。 The tempest raged
until morn。 When the sun rose； Saint Olaf called his hundred swains；
sprang into the saddle and rode down toward the river。 Few men who
saw the angry fire in his eye； and the frown on his royal brow； doubted
whither he was bound。 But having reached the ford； a wondrous sight
met his eye。 Where on the day before the highway had wound itself up
the slope toward Lage Kvaerk's mansion； lay now a wild ravine； the rock
was shattered into a thousand pieces； and a deep gorge； as if made by a
single stroke of a huge hammer； separated the king from his enemy。
Then Saint Olaf made the sign of the cross； and mumbled the name of
Christ the White； but his hundred swains made the sign of the hammer
under their cloaks； and thought； Still is Asathor alive。
＇9＇ 〃The red cock crew〃 is the expression used in the old Norwegian
Fagas for incendiary fire。
That same night Lage Ulfson Kvaerk slew a black ram； and thanked
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Asathor for his deliverance； and the Saga tells that while he was sprinkling
the blood on the altar； the thundering god himself appeared to him； and
wilder he looked than the fiercest wild Turk。 Rams； said he； were every…
day fare； they could redeem no promise。 Brynhild； his daughter； was the
reward Asathor demanded。 Lage prayed and besought him to ask for
something else。 He would gladly give him one of his sons； for he had
three sons； but only one daughter。 Asathor was immovable； but so long
Lage continued to beg； that at last he consented to come back in a year；
when Lage perchance would be better reconciled to the thought of
Brynhild's loss。
In the mean time King Olaf built a church to Christ the White on the
headland at the river； where it stands until this day。 Every evening； when
the huge bell rumbled between the mountains； the parishioners thought
they heard heavy； half…choked sighs over in the rocks at Kvaerk； and on
Sunday mornings； when the clear…voiced chimes called them to high…mass；
a suppressed moan would mingle with the sound of the bells； and die away
with the last echo。 Lage Ulfson was not the man to be afraid； yet the
church… bells many a time drove the blood from his cheeks； for he also
heard the moan from the mountain。
The year went； and Asathor returned。 If he had not told his name；
however； Lage would not have recognized him。 That a year could work
so great a change in a god； he would hardly have believed； if his own eyes
had not testified to it。 Asathor's cheeks were pale and bloodless； the
lustre of his eye more than half quenched； and his gray hair hung in
disorder down over his forehead。
〃Methinks thou lookest rather poorly to…day；〃 said Lage。
〃It is only those cursed church…bells；〃 answered the god； 〃they leave
me no rest day or night。〃
〃Aha；〃 thought Lage； 〃if the king's bells are mightier than thou； then
there is still hope of safety for my daughter。〃
〃Where is Brynhild； thy daughter？〃 asked Asathor。
〃I know not where she is；〃 answered the father； and straightway he
turned his eyes toward the golden cross that shone over the valley from
Saint Olaf's steeple； and he called aloud on the White Christ's name。
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Then the god gave a fearful roar； fell on the ground； writhed and foamed
and vanished into the mountain。 In the next moment Lage heard a hoarse
voice crying from within； 〃I shall return； Lage Ulfson； when thou shalt
least expect me！〃
Lage Ulfson then set to work clearing a way through the forest； and
when that was done； he called all his household together； and told them of
the power of Christ the White。 Not long after he took his sons and his
daughter； and hastened with them southward； until he found King Olaf。
And； so the Saga relates； they all fell down on their knees before him；
prayed for his forgiveness； and received baptism from the king's own
bishop。
So ends the Saga of Lage Ulfson Kvaerk。
II。
Aasa Kvaerk loved her father well； but especially in the winter。
Then； while she sat turning her spinning…wheel in the light of the crackling
logs； his silent presence always had a wonderfully soothing and calming
effect upon her。 She never laughed then； and seldom wept； when she felt
his eyes resting on her； her thoughts； her senses； and her whole being
seemed by degrees to be lured from their hiding… place and concentrate on
him； and from him they ventured again； first timidly； then more boldly； to
grasp the objects around him。 At such times Aasa could talk and jest
almost like other girls； and her mother； to whom 〃other girls〃 represented
the ideal of womanly perfection； would send significant glances； full of
hope and encouragement； over to Lage； and he would quietly nod in return；
as if to say that he entirely agreed with her。 Then Elsie had bright visions
of wooers and thrifty housewives； and even Lage dreamed of seeing the
ancient honor of the family re…established。 All depended on Aasa。 She
was the last of the mighty race。 But when summer came； the bright
visions fled； and the spring winds； which to others bring life and joy； to
Kvaerk brought nothing but sorrow。 No sooner had the mountain brooks
begun to swell； than Aasa began to laugh and to weep； and when the first
birches budded up in the glens； she could no longer be kept at home。
Prayers and threats were equally useless。 From early dawn until evening
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she would roam about in forests and fields； and when late at night she
stole into the room and slipped away into some corner； Lage drew a deep
sigh and thought of the old tradition。
Aasa was nineteen years old before she had a single wooer。 But
when she was least expecting it； the wooer came to her。
It was late one summer night； the young maiden was sitting on the
brink of the ravine； pondering on the old legend and peering down into the
deep below。 It was not the first time she had found her way hither； where
but seldom a human foot had dared to tread。 To her every alder and
bramble…bush； that clothed the naked wall of the rock； were as familiar as
were the knots and veins in the ceiling of the chamber where from her
childhood she had slept； and as she sat there on the brink of the precipice；
the late summer sun threw its red lustre upon her and upon the fogs that
came
