The Waif Woman

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THE WAIF WOMAN
A CUE—FROM A SAGA

This is a tale of Iceland, the isle of stories, and of a thing that befell in the year of the coming there of Christianity.

In the spring of that year a ship sailed from the South Isles to traffic, and fell becalmed inside Snowfellness.  The winds had speeded her; she was the first comer of the year; and the fishers drew alongside to hear the news of the south, and eager folk put out in boats to see the merchandise and make prices.  From the doors of the hall on Frodis Water, the house folk saw the ship becalmed and the boats about her, coming and going; and the merchants from the ship could see the smoke go up and the men and women trooping to their meals in the hall.

The goodman of that house was called Finnward Keelfarer, and his wife Aud the Light-Minded; and they had a son Eyolf, a likely boy, and a daughter Asdis, a slip of a maid.  Finnward was well-to-do in his affairs, he kept open house and had good friends.  But Aud his wife was not so much considered: her mind was set on trifles, on bright clothing, and the admiration of men, and the envy of women; and it was thought she was not always so circumspect in her bearing as she might have been, but nothing to hurt.

On the evening of the second day men came to the house from sea.  They told of the merchandise in the ship, which was well enough and to be had at easy rates, and of a waif woman that sailed in her, no one could tell why, and had chests of clothes beyond comparison, fine coloured stuffs, finely woven, the best that ever came into that island, and gewgaws for a queen.  At the hearing of that Aud’s eyes began to glisten.  She went early to bed; and the day was not yet red before she was on the beach, had a boat launched, and was pulling to the ship.  By the way she looked closely at all boats, but there was no woman in any; and at that she was better pleased, for she had no fear of the men.

When they came to the ship, boats were there already, and the merchants and the shore folk sat and jested and chaffered in the stern.  But in the fore part of the ship, the woman sat alone, and looked before her sourly at the sea.  They called her Thorgunna.  She was as tall as a man and high in flesh, a buxom wife to look at.  Her hair was of the dark red, time had not changed it.  Her face was dark, the cheeks full, and the brow smooth.  Some of the merchants told that she was sixty years of age and others laughed and said she was but forty; but they spoke of her in whispers, for they seemed to think that she was ill to deal with and not more than ordinary canny.

Aud went to where she sat and made her welcome to Iceland.  Thorgunna did the honours of the ship.  So for a while they carried it on, praising and watching each other, in the way of women.  But Aud was a little vessel to contain a great longing, and presently the cry of her heart came out of her.

“The folk say,” says she, “you have the finest women’s things that ever came to Iceland?” and as she spoke her eyes grew big.

“It would be strange if I had not,” quoth Thorgunna.  “Queens have no finer.”

So Aud begged that she might see them.

Thorgunna looked on her askance.  “Truly,” said she, “the things are for no use but to be shown.”  So she fetched a chest and opened it.  Here was a cloak of the rare scarlet laid upon with silver, beautiful beyond belief; hard by was a silver brooch of basket work that was wrought as fine as any shell and was as broad as the face of the full moon; and Aud saw the clothes lying folded in the chest, of all the colours of the day, and fire, and precious gems; and her heart burned with envy.  So, because she had so huge a mind to buy, she began to make light of the merchandise....