Now the story goes back to Iceland.
When Brighteyes was gone, for a while Gudruda the Fair moved sadly about the stead, like one new-widowed. Then came tidings. Men told how Ospakar Blacktooth had waylaid Eric on the seas with two long ships, dragons of war, and how Eric had given him battle and sunk one dragon with great loss to Ospakar. They told also how Blacktooth's other dragon, the Raven, had sailed away before the wind, and Eric had sailed after it in a rising gale. But of what befell these ships no news came for many a month, and it was rumoured that this had befallen them--that both had sunk in the gale, and that Eric was dead.
But Gudruda would not believe this. When Asmund the Priest, her father, asked her why she did not believe it, she answered that, had Eric been dead, her heart would surely have spoken to her of it. To this Asmund said that it might be so.
Hay-harvest being done, Asmund made ready for his wedding with Unna, Thorod's daughter and Eric's cousin.
Now it was agreed that the marriage-feast should be held at Middalhof;for Asmund wished to ask a great company to the wedding, and there was no place at Coldback to hold so many. Also some of the kin of Thorod, Unna's father, were bidden to the feast from the east and north. At length all was prepared and the guests came in great companies, for no such feast had been made in this quarter for many years.
On the eve of the marriage Asmund spoke with Groa. The witch-wife had borne herself humbly since she was recovered from her sickness. She passed about the stead like a rat at night, speaking few words and with downcast eyes. She was busy also making all things ready for the feasting.
Now as Asmund went up the hall seeing that everything was in order, Groa drew near to him and touched him gently on the shoulder.
"Are things to thy mind, lord?" she said.
"Yes, Groa," he answered, "more to my mind than to thine I fear.""Fear not, lord; thy will is my will."
"Say, Groa, is it thy wish to bide here in Middalhof when Unna is my housewife?""It is my wish to serve thee as aforetime," she answered softly, "if so be that Unna wills it.""That is her desire," said Asmund and went his ways.
But Groa stood looking after him and her face was fierce and evil.
"While bane has virtue, while runes have power, and while hand has cunning, never, Unna, shalt thou take my place at Asmund's side! Out of the water I came to thee, Asmund; into the water I go again.
Unquiet shall I lie there--unquiet shall I wend through Hela's halls;but Unna shall rest at Asmund's side--in Asmund's cairn!"Then again she moved about the hall, making all things ready for the feast. But at midnight, when the light was low and folk slept, Groa rose, and, veiled in a black robe, with a basket in her hand, passed like a shadow through the mists that hang about the river's edge, and in silence, always looking behind her, like one who fears a hidden foe, culled flowers of noisome plants that grow in the marsh. Her basket being filled, she passed round the stead to a hidden dell upon the mountain side. Here a man stood waiting, and near him burned a fire of turf. In his hand he held an iron-pot. It was Koll the Half-witted, Groa's thrall.
"Are all things ready, Koll?" she said.
"Yes," he answered; "but I like not these tasks of thine, mistress.
Say now, what wouldst thou do with the fire and the pot?""This, then, Koll. I would brew a love-potion for Asmund the Priest as he has bidden me to do.""I have done many an ill deed for thee, mistress, but of all of them Ilove this the least," said the thrall, doubtfully.
"I have done many a good deed for thee, Koll. It was I who saved thee from the Doom-stone, seeming to prove thee innocent--ay, even when thy back was stretched on it, because thou hadst slain a man in his sleep.
Is it not so?"
"Yea, mistress."
"And yet thou wast guilty, Koll. And I have given thee many good gifts, is it not so?""Yes, it is so."
"Listen then: serve me this once and I will give thee one last gift--thy freedom, and with it two hundred in silver."Koll's eyes glistened. "What must I do, mistress?""To-day at the wedding-feast it will be thy part to pour the cups while Asmund calls the toasts. Last of all, when men are merry, thou wilt mix that cup in which Asmund shall pledge Unna his wife and Unna must pledge Asmund. Now, when thou hast poured, thou shalt pass the cup to me, as I stand at the foot of the high seat, waiting to give the bride greeting on behalf of the serving-women of the household.
Thou shalt hand the cup to me as though in error, and that is but a little thing to ask of thee.""A little thing indeed," said Koll, staring at her, and pulling with his hand at his red hair, "yet I like it not. What if I say no, mistress?""Say no or speak of this and I will promise thee one thing only, thou knave, and it is, before winter comes, that the crows shall pick thy bones! Now, brave me, if thou darest," and straightway Groa began to mutter some witch-words.
"Nay," said Koll, holding up his hand as though to ward away a blow.
"Curse me not: I will do as thou wilt. But when shall I touch the two hundred in silver?""I will give thee half before the feast begins, and half when it is ended, and with it freedom to go where thou wilt. And now leave me, and on thy life see that thou fail me not.""I have never failed thee yet," said Koll, and went his ways.
Now Groa set the pot upon the fire, and, placing in it the herbs that she had gathered, poured water on them. Presently they began to boil and as they boiled she stirred them with a peeled stick and muttered spells over them. For long she sat in that dim and lonely place stirring the pot and muttering spells, till at length the brew was done.
She lifted the pot from the fire and smelt at it. Then drawing a phial from her robe she poured out the liquor and held it to the sky. The witch-water was white as milk, but presently it grew clear. She looked at it, then smiled evilly.
"Here is a love-draught for a queen--ah, a love-draught for a queen!"she said, and, still smiling, she placed the phial in her breast.
