Then the king asked him how far off was the advancing forest; and when he heard that it was near, he added that this prodigy boded his own death.Hence the marsh where the shrubs were cut down was styled in common parlance Deadly Marsh.Therefore, fearing the narrow passages, he left the town, and went to a level spot which was more open, there to meet the enemy in battle.Sigar fought unsuccessfully, and was crushed and slain at the spot that is called in common speech Walbrunna, but in Latin the Spring of Corpses or Carnage.Then Hakon used his conquest to cruel purpose, and followed up his good fortune so wickedly, that he lusted for an indiscriminate massacre, and thought no forbearance should be shown to rank or sex.Nor did he yield to any regard for compassion or shame, but stained his sword in the blood of women, and attacked mothers and children in one general and ruthless slaughter.
SIWALD, the son of Sigar, had thus far stayed under his father's roof.But when he heard of this, he mustered an army in order to have his vengeance.So Hakon, alarmed at the gathering of such numbers, went back with a third of his army to his fleet at Herwig, and planned to depart by sea.But his colleague, Hakon, surnamed the Proud, thought that he ought himself to feel more confidence at the late victory than fear at the absence of Hakon;and, preferring death to flight, tried to defend the remainder of the army.So he drew back his camp for a little, and for a long time waited near the town of Axelsted, for the arrival of the fleet, blaming his friends for their tardy coming.For the fleet that had been sent into the river had not yet come to anchor in the appointed harbour.Now the killing of Sigar and the love of Siwald were stirring the temper of the people one and all, so that both sexes devoted themselves to war, and you would have thought that the battle did not lack the aid of women.
On the morrow Hakon and Siwald met in an encounter and fought two whole days.The combat was most frightful; both generals fell;and victory graced the remnants of the Danes.But, in the night after the battle, the fleet, having penetrated the Susa, reached the appointed haven.It was once possible to row along this river; but its bed is now choked with solid substances, and is so narrowed by its straits that few vessels can get in, being prevented by its sluggishness and contractedness.At daybreak, when the sailors saw the corpses of their friends, they heaped up, in order to bury the general, a barrow of notable size, which is famous to this day, and is commonly named Hakon's Howe.
But Borgar, with Skanian chivalry suddenly came up and slaughtered a multitude of them.When the enemy were destroyed, he manned their ships, which now lacked their rowers, and hastily, with breathless speed, pursued the son of Hamund.He encountered him, and ill-fortune befell Hakon, who fled in hasty panic with three ships to the country of the Scots, where, after two years had gone by, he died.
All these perilous wars and fortunes had so exhausted the royal line among the Danes, that it was found to be reduced to GURIDalone, the daughter of Alf, and granddaughter of Sigar.And when the Danes saw themselves deprived of their usual high-born sovereigns, they committed the kingdom to men of the people, and appointed rulers out of the commons, assigning to Ostmar the regency of Skaane, and that of Zealand to Hunding; on Hane they conferred the lordship of Funen; while in the hands of Rorik and Hather they put the supreme power of Jutland, the authority being divided.Therefore, that it may not be unknown from what father sprang the succeeding line of kings, some matters come to my mind which must be glanced at for a while in a needful digression.
They say that Gunnar, the bravest of the Swedes, was once at feud with Norway for the most weighty reasons, and that he was granted liberty to attack it, but that he turned this liberty into licence by the greatest perils, and fell, in the first of the raids he planned, upon the district of Jather, which he put partly to the sword and partly to the flames.Forbearing to plunder, he rejoiced only in passing through the paths that were covered with corpses, and the blood-stained ways.Other men used to abstain from bloodshed, and love pillage more than slaughter;but he preferred bloodthirstiness to booty, and liked best to wreak his deadly pleasure by slaughtering men.His cruelty drove the islanders to forestall the impending danger by a public submission.Moreover, Ragnald, the King of the Northmen, now in extreme age, when he heard how the tyrant busied himself, had a cave made and shut up in it his daughter Drota, giving her due attendance, and providing her maintenance for a long time.Also he committed to the cave some swords which had been adorned with the choicest smith-craft, besides the royal household gear; so that he might not leave the enemy to capture and use the sword, which he saw that he could not wield himself.And, to prevent the cave being noticed by its height, he levelled the hump down to the firmer ground.Then he set out to war; but being unable with his aged limbs to go down into battle, he leaned on the shoulders of his escort and walked forth propped by the steps of others.So he perished in the battle, where he fought with more ardour than success, and left his country a sore matter for shame.
