The story of Burnt Njal From the Icelandic of the Njals Saga
THE STORY OF BURNT NJAL [Illustration: GUNNAR REFUSES TO LEAVE HOME] "_Fair is Lithe: so fair that it has never seemed to me so fair; the corn fields are white to harvest, and the home mead is mown: and now I will ride back home, and not fare abroad at all._" The Story of Burnt Njal From the Icelandic of the Njals Saga By the late Sir George Webbe Dasent, D.C.L.
'Robes were none, nor oil of unction, when the King of Beasts was
crowned:--
'Twas his own fierce roar proclaimed him, rolling all his kingdom
round.'
One morning, his Majesty, being exceedingly thirsty, had repaired to the
bank of the Jumna to drink water, and just as he was about to lap it,
the bellow of Lusty-life, awful as the thunder of the last day, reached
the imperial ears. Upon catching the sound the King retreated in
trepidation to his own lair, without drinking a drop, and stood there in
silence and alarm revolving what it could mean. In this position he was
observed by the sons of his minister, two jackals named Karataka and
Damanaka, who began to remark upon it.
'Friend Karataka,' said the last,'what makes our royal master slink away
from the river when he was dying to drink?'
'Why should we care?' replied Karataka. 'It's bad enough to serve him,
and be neglected for our pains--
'Oh, the bitter salt of service!--toil, frost, fire, are not so keen:--
Half such heavy penance bearing, tender consciences were clean.'
'Nay, friend! never think thus,' said Damanaka--
'What but for their vassals,
THE STORY OF BURNT NJAL [Illustration: GUNNAR REFUSES TO LEAVE HOME] "_Fair is Lithe: so fair that it has never seemed to me so fair; the corn fields are white to harvest, and the home mead is mown: and now I will ride back home, and not fare abroad at all._" The Story of Burnt Njal From the Icelandic of the Njals Saga By the late Sir George Webbe Dasent, D.C.L.