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FENRIS, THE WOLF
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FENRIS, THE WOLF
A TRAGEDY
BY
PERCY MACKAYE
AUTHOR OF "THE CANTERBUEY HLGRIMS "
TStia gotit
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
LONDON : MACMILLAN & CO., Ltd.
I9OS
AU rights reserved
2joi^R^"corz^
JAN 6 1906
Copyright, 1905,
By the MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up and electrotyped. Published April, 1905.
liTortnooli 9toni
J. S. Cashing A Co. — Berwick 6t Smith Co.
Morwood, BfMS., U.S JL
TO
NORMAN HAPGOOD
CRITIC AND FRIEND
AUTHOR'S NOTE
The invocation of Ingimund to Odin, on page 38,
is adapted from Fragments of a Spell Song, preserved
as an insertion in the Great Play of the Wolsungs,
and to be found, both original and translation, in the
Corpus Poeticum Boreale of Vigfusson and Powell,
Oxford, 1883.
For dramatic reasons, various liberties have been
taken by the writer with those elements of this play
which are drawn from Scandinavian mythology. For
example, according to mythology, the Fenris-wolf is
the offspring, not of Odin, but of Loki ; the wolf and
Baldur are not brothers ; no mention is made of the
wolf's Pack. Moreover, in the Old Icelandic utter-
ances of the Pack — for purposes of sound merely —
a preterite form has twice been used for a present
tense, as in Ulfr sofnathiy " the wolf sleepeth."
Where authenticity, however, has harmonised with
the dramatic idea, it has equally been the writer's aim.
Cornish, N.H., March, 1905.
CHARACTERS
Of the Prologue
ODIN
BALDUR
THOR
LOKI
FENRIS
FENRIS'S PACK
FREYJA
Of the Play
INGIMUND, Priest of Odin
EGIL, a Hunter
ARFI, a Dwarf y his brother
YORUL, liegeman of EgU
ROLF, liegeman of EgU
ERIC, liegeman of EgU
WULDOR, liegeman of Arfi
A LITTLE BOY
THORDIS, daughter of Ingimund and priestess of
Odin*s temple
FRIDA, one of her Virgins
A LITTLE GIRL
Folk, Priests, Virgins, Children
SCENES
THE PROLOGUE. The crater of a volcano ', dawn,
ACT FIRST. Scene I. The rune-stone of Odin^ outside a
tribal temple ; morning.
Scene II. EgiVs lodge in the forest^ tow-
ard twilight,
ACT SECOND. Scene I. A prison chamber; day.
Scene II. The same; night,
ACT THII^. A forest glade; the pool of
Freyja; -early morning,
ACT FOURTH. The rune-stofie again ; sunset.
Time and Place
The Age of Northern Mythology ; Iceland, The incidents of
the play are conceived as taking place within the cycle of
a year.
THE PROLOGUE
THE PROLOGUE
Foreground — a frozen crater
At back, a cavern. Overhanging this, at left and hack,
snow-crusted cliffs, partly bared by the winds, stand out
against the stars.
On one of these, Odin seated; on his shoulders, two ravens.
Beneath him, in the crater and cavern, half -discernible,
Fenris and his Pack.
ODIN
He sleeps, yet restive still ; with eyelids squint
Through which his eyes, in dreams still shifting, flash
Like flame through knot-holes. Yet he sleeps ; beside
him
His wild pack, crouching, share his chain. — A lull :
Betwixt moonset and sunrise, one at least,
One lull in that insensate harsh defiance,
The beast-night-barking of my wolfish son.
You stars ! Fenris is quiet. Now the dews
May fall in silence, now the mountain birds
Nest silent by the unawakened morning.
The wide dark fold its wings and dream. Now peace,
The infinite soliloquy of thought.
Descends on Odin.
3
4 FENRIS, THE WOLF
{_A silent pause^ during which the first pale signs of dawn
appear on the crags, Odin whispers to the ravens on
his shoulders and they fly away. He sits motionless and
serene^
THE PACK
\_Slumbrously^
Ulf r ! Ulfr sof nathi !
ODIN
\_Gazes again on Fenrb.]
That this dread should breathe !
And yon beast born from out my loins — to me,
To me, that from this forehead plucked an eye
To pawn for Mimi's knowledge. — Wisdom, truth.
Beauty, and law, the tranquil goals of mind.
All these had I attained, and I a god ;
Yet on the lank, alluring hag of Chaos
Begat this son, this living fang.
THE PACK
\Slumbrously^
Ulfr ! Ulfr sof nathi !
ODIN
O thou
Dumb spirit of the mind ! O mystery !
Were there a god whom Odin might invoke,
To thee would Odin sue for pity. — Ages,
A thousand ages, anguish ;
Anguish, remorse, forgiveness, malediction,
THE PROLOGUE
»
Light into darkness, horror into hope,
Revolving evermore. — O pain, O pain.
Sear not my spirit blind ! — Thou, tameless wolf,
God of the void eternal retrograde.
Prone deity of self, by that thou art —
Illimitable passion, joyance mad
Of being, hate, brute-cunning, gnawing lust,
Fenris, I curse thee.
[Fenris wakes."]
THE PACK
\_Wildly.']
Ulf r ! Ulfr vaknathi !
FENRIS
Father !
ODIN
Still that name !
FENRIS
Father !
ODIN
Fenris, my son, forgive me.
FENRIS
Fetch Fenris Freyja.
ODIN
Bastard wolf,
Be silent
6 FENRIS, THE WOLF
FENRIS
Baldur, my brother's bride betrothed,
Freyja, fetch me.
ODIN
Still no longing but 'tis lust,
No aspiration but 'tis appetite.
FENRIS
Anarch ! anarch ! anarch ! Father, free me !
ODIN
Free thee, thou poor antagonist. Knowest thou
Not yet why thou art chained ? Retarded thing,
Emancipate thyself ! What might it avail
Though Odin burst these links and loosed thee.^ —
Thou
Thyself art thine own bondage and thy pain.
THE PACK
Ulfr! Ulfr!
FENRIS
Anarch! anarch! Ulfr!
ODIN
Yet could'st thou show some genesis of good.
Some spring of growth. Hadst thou, in all these ages.
Waxed toward my stature imperceptibly
Even as the seed, that germinates in darkness,
Feels toward the sky ; yea, hadst thou now one pale
Potential spark of godhood, nobler desire.
Evolving intellect, one lineal trait
THE PROLOGUE 7
To prove that upward through thy brutish heart
Yearns infinite Reason, even now, poor son,
Would I strike off these fetters, set thee free.
Thee and thy pack, and put my hope in time.
THE PACK
Heil ! Heil, Othinn !
FENRIS
Fenris ! Free him.
ODIN
But lo ! instead, what art thou ? Ye faint stars.
Before you close your eyes in day, once more
Behold him ! Ye icy craters and hoar caves.
Thou soUtary dawn, eternal sky.
Perennial snows — you timeless presences,
Behold your consummation : this, even this,
Is Odin's elder son, creation's heir !
FENRIS
Anarch! anarch! anarch! anarch! anarch!
[Odin, covering his face, turns away and disappears behind
the crag, Fenris, with his pack, retires into the cavern,
dragging his chain. Outside Baldur is heard singing,
joined, in chorus, by the voices of nature on whom he
calls,']
BALDUR
Flushing peak, fainting star,
Freyja !
Torches in thy temple are,
Freyja !
8 FENRIS, THE WOLF
Spirits of air,
Anses and elves,
Brightens the dawn,
Freyja is gone.
Come ! let us go to her, girding ourselves.
CHORUS
Freyja, where art thou ?
Where ? Where ?
[Freyja enters ^ looking fearfully around her^
FREYJA
Those giant beards and backs ! — They turn and look.
The peaks pursue me, and the nudging cliffs
Thrust out great chins and stare. Where should this
lead?
BALDUR
[ Outside,!^
Mortal day, man's desires,
Freyja!
Feed on earth thine altar-fires,
Freyja !
Spirits of earth.
Wood-sprites and Wanes,
Gone is our mirth.
Sorrow remains.
Come I let us hasten and bid her beware !
CHORUS
Freyja, where art thou ?
Where? Where?
THE PROLOGUE 9
FREYJA
Can this place be i* the world? And were such
shapes
Wrought in the dear creation ? And that voice —
Was it this crater's frozen mouth that moaned
For blossoms and the south wind and my love ?
Freyja !
BALDUR
\Enters^
FREYJA
O Baldur, come !
BALDUR
What hast thou seen ?
Why hast thou left the silver roof of shields,
Thy lover's eyes, the laughter of the gods,
To wander forth in night ?
FREYJA
Barkings I heard.
Hush, Freyja !
BALDUR
FREYJA
Through the music of the gods
Faintly I heard it knell and yearn for me ;
And so I stole away. But tell me —
BALDUR
Come !
10 FENRIS, THE WOLF
FREYJA
Tell me what thing of nameless woe —
BALDUR
Oh, come
And ask not. Come away to Valhal.
\^He leads her impetuously away from the crater toward the
sunriseS\
FREYJA
\jResists gently,"]
Baldur !
BALDUR
Freyja, look down ! Spring leaps among the valleys
And calls his universal flocks, to drink
The love of Freyja.
The forests rush together and the groves.
And the male oaks, like herded elk at war.
Tangle their budding antlers, and moan loud
For Freyja's love.
Look down ! The silvered pastures and the lakes
Lift all their sacrificial clouds, to crave
The love of Freyja ;
And day's bright stallion, snorting in the east.
Paws the pale stream of morning into gold
And champs his golden curb to burning foam
For Freyja's love.
\^He draws her farther away."]
THE PROLOGUE n
FREYJA
But if one yearn in vain —
\The rattle of Fenris's manacles echoes in the crater,'\
THE PACK
UKr! Ulf r vaknathi !
FREYJA
Listen 1 They cry —
" The wolf awakeneth ! " What wolf ? And why
That clang of steel ?
BALDUR
His chain.
FREYJA
\In dreadful wonder^
But he f
BALDUR
A beast
Untamed and tameless. — Ask not with thine eyes ! —
Fenris, my brother.
FREYJA
[Springs joyfully toward the crater,!^
Ah!
BALDUR
[Stays herJ]
Where art thou going ?
FREYJA
To greet my lover's kindred. Were it not well ?
12 FENRIS, THE WOLF
BALDUR
Oh, would it were ! Look not ; this kin is monstrous.
FREYJA
Is it not a god as we ?
BALDUR
It is a god,
Freyja, but not as we. — It is the wolf-god,
Lord of the dumb and kithless wild, that live
To breed and kill their forms of dreadful beauty —
A vacant sacrifice to him : the doe.
That stills all night her knocking heart, to hear
The wood-cat's footfall, breathes mute prayer to
Fenris ;
The frothing stag, that blazons the black boar
With gules of death, bruits hymns to Fenris ; yet
Their pangs assuage him not, for he himself
Remains the abject deity of lust.
His rites, the stretched claw and the stiffened mane ;
His priest — a sated fang; his altar — fear.
FREYJA
But why makes he his sanctuary thus
Lonely in desolation ?
BALDUR
Tis the will
Of Odin. Ask no more. This cleft he chose
Wherein to hide the secret woe of the world.
That never thou shouldst look upon its face.
THE PROLOGUE 13
FREYTA
I?
BALDUR
Thou, O maiden ! Thou art the hope of the world.
FENRIS
Freyja !
FREYJA
He calls me.
FENRIS
Freyja !
FREYJA
Hark ! He yearns
For me !
BALDUR
[ Urging her awayJ]
Tis Odin's will.
FENRIS
Freyja !
FREYJA
He cries
In pain. Hold me no longer. — Fenris !
ODIN
[^Entering^ intercepts her path with his spear, "^
Stayl
FREYJA
Allf ather I hark his pain. Alas, poor wolf !
14 FENRIS, THE WOLF
ODIN
Poor wolf ? Poor world ! poor blind, precarious Reason,
Beneath whose sovereign throne this horror sits,
Cat-crouching to usurp it. — Fear him ; go !
FENRIS
Ail ail anarch! Freyja!
FREYJA
He yearns for me. Am I not beautiful ?
Am I not holy ? Wherefore should I fear ?
All living things love Freyja; gods and men,
Anses and elves and helpless animals.
Where I walk glittering, there lovers press
And consecrate their eyes and beat their hearts
Like moths against the moon. And shall I go
Nor smile once kindly on him } Even the moon
Is kinder to her loves.
ODIN
He craves no smile
From thee, nor ever smiled into the face
Of love since his birth-hour. He lusts for thee.
FREYJA
Why should he not 1 Hath Odin never lusted ?
What mind that knows the lust of intellect
Shall mock desire ? Ah ! Who that ever yearned,
Yearned not in ignorance ?
BALDUR
Have pity, father !
THE PROLOGUE 15
ODIN
\To Freyja.']
Child, pitiest thou this thing ?
FREYJA
Hath not its voice
Cried out immortally and craved me ? Pity ?
Love is a kind of pity for itself
That longs so endlessly. AUf ather, never
Ere now hast thou gainsaid me.
ODIN
Yet must now !
This bitterness is mine alone to bear.
O Freyja ! O my Baldur ! You of all
The creatures of my will, bright lovers, you
Only are happy. Be so still. Depart !
Forget these wolvish cries ; seek not to help
Evil unsolvable.
FREYJA
What then is evil.
That lovers may not solve it }
ODIN
[ZT/V face turning wistful with a beautiful light, lifts his
obstructive spear^ and stands from the path,'\
Hope of the world !
FENRIS
Freyja !
1 6 FENRIS, THE WOLF
ODIN
Behold !
\He watches with the look of wistfulness as Freyya and
Baidur, springing to the brink of the crater^ gaze down
upon Fenris."]
FREYJA
Ah me!
BALDUR
Fenris, my brother !
FREYJA
O pain ! Why dost thou look upon me so ?
FENRIS
Fair art, Freyja ; shalt Fenris fear not ?
FREYJA
What wouldst thou ?
FENRIS
Lithe thy limbs are ; lief am to lie with thee.
FREYJA
Are these snows thy dwelling-place ?
No flowers grow here. Take these.
[Freji/a lets fall some of her flowers into the crater^
FENRIS
\Tearif^ them^ as the Pack yells, "l
Anarch! anarch!
THE PROLOGUE 17
FREYJA
[^Drawing back,"]
Alas!
BALDUR
Peace, brother !
FREYJA
Thou lovest me. Why, then, art thou not glad ?
FENRIS
Chafe, choke me, chains ; chaffeth the churl at me !
FREYJA
Take heart ; we come to bring thee peace. O Baldur !
[^Clinging to Baldur^ she gazes with fascinated awe upon
Fenris, who, pacing ever in and out, amid his involv-
ing Pack, with the swift, incessant shuttle movement of a
caged wild thing, upturns his shifting eyes in yearning^
FENRIS
Free me, Freyja ; frore am I, frost-bit.
Go we together into greenwood glad.
Mirk under moon-mist mad will meet thee.
Hunt thee from hiding, thy heart-beats hear !
Press thee, panting !
THE PACK
Ulfr! Ulfr!
FENRIS
Bite — bark at thee —
c
1 8 FENRISj THE WOLF
THE PACK
Ulfr! Ulfr!
FENRIS
Miles, miles, miles !
FREYJA
ITo Baldur.l
He loves me, yet his looks are terrible.
He saw me, yet he smiled not. Flowers I gave him.
But he destroyed them. Sorrowful he is,
Yet hath no tears in his eyes. — What shall we do }
FENRIS
Free me, Freyja ; fair art thou, froward —
Go we together into greenwood glad.
Bums thine eyebeam bright as the bitch-wolf's,
Longeth Fenris in thy lair to lie ;
Longeth to chase thee.
THE PACK
Ulfr! Ulfr!
FENRIS
Chafe, champ thee —
THE PACK
Ulfr! Ulfr!
FENRIS
Leave thee with child.
THE PROLOGUE 19
FREYJA
Baldur, what reeling darkness snows around us
From heaven ? The rose of dawn is stung with blight.
ODIN
\Aside^
O mystery ! O will behind the will.
How shall this end ?
BALDUR
From heaven no darkness falls ;
It is the glamour of his woeful eyes,
That spet the night within them.
FREYJA
[Half wildly, whispers at Baldur"* s ear,"]
It must cease !
The shy bird hath his song within the wood.
The shepherd's call is sweet along the hills,
To husband and to lover are the sounds
Of gracious voices in the home places, —
To hinty the ceaseless clanging of his chain.
BALDUR
O Freyja, we will minister to him,
Until for him the shy bird's song is sweet,
And sweet the shepherd's call along the hills.
Fenris !
[^Swinging from the brink of the crater ^ he lets himself down.
As he descends^ Fenris springs toward him to the limit
of his chain,"]
20 FENRIS, THE WOLF
FENRIS
Hail, Baldur! hail, brother! Boast thy beauty
now;
Woo now and wive thee, welcome to Fenris* woe.
All elf-gifts thou asked Odin gave thee.
Sunlight, summer, song for solace,
Fair face, freedom, Freyja to friend.
Me what gave he? Mark! — Mountain-mist, mad-
ness.
Monstrous made me, marr'd, wolf-masked.
Cramped in snow-crater, frost-crusted, chained ;
Numb, naked, night-winds gnaw me,
Blistereth black ice, biteth my bones.
BALDUR
Thou shalt be free.
FENRIS
Me mocketh, mocketh ! Ai !
BALDUR
Fenris, my brother, hear me !
I bring thee freedom.
FENRIS
{Holding out his chain to Baldur^
Liest ; — loose me !
BALDUR
Hush ! I know the secret
How thou mayst slip these shackles. I have learned
From Odin how he binds thee. Wilt thou hear ?
THE PROLOGUE 21
FENRIS
\^Craftily beckoning Baldur under the shadow of a clefti
Tss! Wise is the One-Eyed. Tss! read me thy
riddle now.
BALDUR
Know then, O Fenris, Odin of himself
Is weak to hold thee. Of his kin, another
Conniveth with him.
FENRIS
Kin, sayst ?
BALDUR
Thou, his son. Thou forgest
Chains stubborner than Odin's, links of lust
Mightier than these of steel, which are themselves
The might of these thou wearest. O my brother,
Lay off thine own, and Odin's shall be straw.
FENRIS
Thus readest thy riddle ?
BALDUR
Thus findest thou freedom : do our father's will.
His law is wisdom. All the folk of heaven
And earth and hell obey him gladly ; thou —
Submit thou also ; make thine oath to Odin.
FENRIS
Oathless be Odin ; am / earth's overlord !
{^Odin beckons to the ecLstward with his spear. From the
distance comes a flash of fire and faint thunder^
22 FENRlSy THE WOLF
BALDUR
Hush, brother, hush ! He hears ; for thy pain's sake
Remember he is Allf ather. Be meek.
FENRIS
Am / Asa's heir ! — I — I — I am Allf ather !
[By a dazzling river of light and thunder-peal^ the whole
scene is riven. On the peaks at either side appear Loki
and Thor. Loki holds in his hand a serpentine whip
of many lashes y as of glittering brass ; Thor, a white
hammer. The Pack cower y moaning; Fenris stands
glaring^ with head bent backward as in sudden pain,]
ODIN
Hail, Loki ! Welcome, Thor ! in happy time.
Are ye not come to crown me Odin the Wise ?
Shake out the live scorn of thy withering laughter,
Loki, over the world : Odin hath been defied !
Hammer it, Thor, on the clanged doors of hell.
Till their intestine thunders toll our doom —
" The wolf shall sit alone, at Valhal's feast,
And eat of Odin's heart ! "
FREYJA
Alas ! What words !
ODIN
This is mine heir. Hath it not spoken ? This
Shall sit on y in Odin's seat. Mine heir !
The heir of aii the gods. Behold then, gods,
How this, youir prince, receives his tutelage.
THE PROLOGUE 23
BALDUR
Father, what wilt thou do ?
ODIN
Tame him, the tameless ;
The eternal goad against the eternal stone.
Yea, though I tame him not till doomsday darken.
\To Loki.]
Loosen thy scourge.
[Held by his chain^ Fenris flees wildly in circles^ and seek-
ing to hide himself y finally crouches in terror, centre.
He is prevented from entering the cavern by Thor, who
stands there,']
FENRIS
Anarch! Ai! anarch! Anarch! Ulfr! Ulfr!
BALDUR AND FREYJA
Have pity !
ODIN
Pity ask
Of him ; this wolf must reign or I. Strike, Loki !
Let thy bright lashes scorch with all their snakes
Till the live, brassy serum eats and crawls
Into the writhing blood. Begin !
> '.
BALDUR AND FREYJA ,r
Have mercy !
24 FENRIS, THE WOLF
[As Loki swings his whip of fire y the Pack beneath fall on
their faces. Amid them Fenris crouches at half stature.
Baldur and Freyja kneel as frozen^ with lifted hands
toward Odin, Thus in sudden twilight and silence^ fine
silent lashes of unintermittent lightning uncoil and coil,
c^ the scourge is whirled, around the cringing body of
the wolf A shudder only reveals his extreme pangs.]
ODIN
Cease ! [Loki ceases.'] Wolf, what of thine oath ?
FENRIS
Oathless am I.
BALDUR
Fenris, be tamed !
FENRIS
I — I — I am Allf ather !
ODIN
Sublime inanity ! heroic ape !
This strong defiance were itself divine,
And thou a titan-martyr, had thy pride
One rational aim commensurate with thy woe.
But all thy suffering is purposeless.
Strike, Thor ! Make of his obdurate heart thine
anvil.
THE PACK
[Some fawning toward Odin, others seeking protection of
Fenris,']
Heil, Othinn ! Ulf r, heil !
THE PROLOGUE 25
\jA5 Fenris, by a gesture of rage, drives these from him into
the cavern^ Thor raises his hammer. Immediate night
shuts out the scene. In this surge of darkness the deep
rolling of thunder swells and culminates^ as by waves,
in the blank burst of the thunder-bolt Through a half
luUy amid moaning of the Pack, are heard voices from
the craterJ]
BALDUR'S VOICE
She leaps. Hold, Thor ! She casteth herself down.
FREYJA'S VOICE
Beat on my heart, for mine containeth his.
ODIN
Light ! light once more !
[The thunder dies away. Sudden dawn breaks, ripening
soon to daylight. Within the crater, Freyja is revealed,
standing over the exhausted form of Fenris,'\
Freyja, what hast thou dared?
FREYJA
The bolt of iron and the scourge of brass
Avail not, Odin. — Let me conquer him
For thee !
ODIN
How wouldst thou tame him ?
FREYJA
By my love.
Yea, and the exceeding might of Baldur's love,
Whose gracious arts of poesie shall aid me.
Grant him to us !
26 FENRIS, THE IVOLF
BALDUR
Grant him to us, O father !
ODIN
[^Going apart.l^
thou unknown Destroyer and Deliverer,
Rape not again from me this nestling hope 1
[He descends into the crater7\^
BALDUR AND FREYJA
Grant him to us, Allf ather, to be tamed !
FENRIS
[Clutching the snow at their feet^ feebly. "^
1 — I am Allf ather!
ODIN
Lovers, I grant him to you ; but not here.
For this concession must be darkly hid
Till you have proved its beauteous consummation.
Not, therefore, here I grant, but yonder.
[Indicates the earth below them,'\
There
You shall enact a vast experiment.
Whereof the pregnant sequel none may know
Save only him, the master magian.
Whose prentices we gods and titans are.
And the blind wills of men his medium.
For he, with silent face from us averted.
Holds in the awful hollow of his hand
The world — his crucible, and plies with them
THE PROLOGUE 27
Ordeals of anguish and of ecstasy.
Therefore the earth must be your place of passion,
And there in slumber, even as mortals dream,
Slumb'ring, that they are bright immortal gods.
You shall be mortals, and shall walk as men.
Forgetful of your immortality.
\Faintlyy as from a great distance^ there rises a sound of
many voices crying, " Odin ! Asa Odin I " and the
rumour of beasts in pain^
Hark, now ! from far below us, the deep moan
And lowing of a mortal sacrifice.
Speak, Thor ! What seest thou at Odin's altar ?
THOR
A mighty hunter and a twisted dwarf
Make sacrifice ; rivals they seem, in feud.
And claim the hand of Thordis, thy priest's daughter,
And the priest cries on Odin for a portent
To choose which of the brothers shall be bridegroom.
ODIN
Lo, then, my portent ! We ourselves, we four.
Shall be those rival brothers, priest and bride ;
Loki and Thor shall ravish them with death
That we, in resurrection, may take on
Their bodies as our mortal vestiture.
For I will act with you this mystery,
Dreaming myself the priest of mine own shrine ;
And Freyja, child, thy goddess heart shall beat
Within the heart of Thordis, mortal maid ;
Thy boundless spirit, Baldur, shall be pinched
28 FENRIS, THE WOLF
Within the gnarled limbs of the stunted dwarf,
Twisted with pain, as now thy brother is ;
Thou, envious wolf, jealous of Baldur's joys !
Thy feverish being shall invest the power
And glorious stature of the hunter. So
Shalt thou have scope and license measureless
To woo the heart of Freyja. So shall ye.
Lovers, make proof of your conjoined love
And trothfed meekness, whether these be strong
To tame this wolf, and from his blinding lusts
Evolve a nobler consciousness, or weak
To let themselves be blasted, and the world
Itself eclipsed in universal chaos.
FREYJA
If we be strong }
ODIN
The wolf-god shall be tamed.
FENRIS
\In rage^ half HsingJ]
Oathless am I unto Odin ever !
[^Ife sinks dack, faintJ]
BALDUR
[To Odin.']
And tamed ?
ODIN
He shall go free.
FREYJA
Even in such freedom
As ours ?
THE PROLOGUE 29
ODIN
O Freyja, larger liberty —
The mightier peace which mortals only know —
Even death.
FENRIS
Freedom ! Anarch — anarch ! Freedom !
LOKI
Hail, Odin ; smoketh thine altar afar.
Burneth to thee the cloven bullock's heart ;
The sacrificers watch and wait thy sign.
ODIN
Let them behold it ! Thou and Thor, stretch out
Your wings in storm, and ravish up their souls
With night and death.
\To Baldur and Freyja^
Come, you my children ! Now
Shall our immortal fires be mixed with clay
In the great crucible, and these our spirits
No more shall know themselves for gods, until
The shadowy Master shows the great solution.
\In faint lightning and thunder, Loki and Thor disappear^
Odin ascends the crater , followed by Baldur and Freyja,
Climbing together the steep slope, these two look back-
ward upon the prostrate wolf who y following them with
his eyesy moves not until they reach the summit. There ^
against a sky of sunlit storm, Freyfa pauses and
stretches forth her arm to him,]
30 FENRIS, THE WOLF
FREYJA
Dear wolf !
FENRIS
[^Starts up madfyj]
Freyja ! death — freedom ! freedom ! death ! — Now
— now!
[^As Freyja and the gods pass from sight beyond the cliffs^
Fenris gnaws at his chain in inarticulate fury ^
ACT FIRST
ACT I
Scene I: Outside a tribal temple.
The gable beams are low ; only the entrance end of the build-
ings set at an angle^ on the left, is visible. In the dis-
tance rises a snow-capped volcano, its slopes — in the
nearer background — pied with the young leaves and
blossoms of early spring; against these, jutting from be-
hind the temple, a gallows-tree. On the right, at back,
a solitary pine of great age sways solemn boughs over
half the scene, the centre of which is occupied by a vast
monolith, or boulder, tapering upward to a jagged end.
The face of this stone ^ graved deeply with runes ^ is {on
its lower half) dark carmine and smooth a^ ivory ;
from behind it blue smoke is rising; before it stands an
altar of stone, on which is set a silver bowl.
In front of this altar stands Ingimund, the temple priest ^ clad
in a sleeveless leathern smock to the knees ; his arms are
reddened with sacrifice ; from his throat — beneath his
long, grey hair — hangs an image of Odin; on his right
wrist a ring of plain gold; in his left hand a spear.
On either side of him an altar priest holds a bunch of
sprinkling twigs. From the temple four other priests
are bearing a slaughtered bullock to the fire behind the
rune-stone. Massed in the right foreground are Egil
and his men; on the left, Arfi and his men, Egil, noble
of stature, stands moodily filing the grooves of a cross-
bow ; Arfi, bent and dwarfed, sits with his ear close to
a harp, which he thrums softly,
D 33
34 FENRIS, THE WOLF
From the right background, beneath the pine, enters, singing,
a procession of the folk, escorting an ark on wheels,
drawn by oxen, whose flanks are wreathed with flowers,
and whose horns are adorned with gold. Following the
ark, which passes on into the temple, horses and sheep
are led to the sacrifice. These, as they pass before him,
Ingimund marks with the sign of a spear, while the altar
priests sprinkle them with blood from the silver bowl.
At the entrance of the temple stand Thordis and her Vir-
gins, who take from the beasts their garlands and hang
them on the doors and outer walls. The men and
women of the throng, chanting to a barbaric cadence,
Uft up their arms and faces to the sky.
THE FOLK
Wanderer of earth and air,
Walker on the giant flood,
Odin ! Asa Odin !
Pilgrim of the storm I
Lyer in the Sybil's lair.
Reader of the runes of blood.
Thou who hearkenest all prayer —
World-spirit and worm,
Odin ! Asa Odin !
Hear us, Allf ather I
[Distant thunder, "]
FRIDA
Thordis, he hears.
THE VIRGINS
He hears 1
FEI^RISy THE WOLF 35
THE FOLK
He hears !
YORUL
[To Rolf.']
Behold
The dwarf, where he sits shrivelled by his harp.
Ho, Arfi ! hear'st thou Odin ? Hast invited
The trolls, thy cousins, to the bridal ?
WULDOR
Silence !
He listens to the stars behind the storm.
YORUL
The tree-frogs, Wuldor. He, thy master, is
Their father.
WULDOR
So thy master is their uncle.
YORUL
My master shall be bridegroom, never fear !
Hath Arfi slain his boar ?
WULDOR
Hath Egil sung
The slaying of his boar ?
YORUL
Hath Arfi leashed
The wild stag by the horns and led him home ?
WULDOR
Hath Egil read the runes on Odin's stone ?
36 FENRISy THE WOLF
YORUL
Weaklings and women ye !
WULDOR
Thou liest, Yorul.
YORUL
[^Strikes Wuldor.']
Ho, Egil, here !
WULDOR
[Retaliating.']
Ho, Arfi !
[The followers y from either side, spring for^vard and fight
fiercely. Ingimund strikes among them with his spear,']
INGIMUND
Fools of anger !
This ground is Odin's ; he alone may judge
Which of your masters shall betroth his priestess.
Back ! and await his sign. — Come, Thordis.
FRIDA
[Parting with Thordis by the temple^
Joy
And love be thine, dear lady.
[Leaving her maidens ^ Thordis comes quietly from the temple
and stands before the rune-stone and Ingimund^ who^
with his spear^ beckons also Egil and Arfi, As these
join Thordis, the altar priests, with a heavy chain of
gold, enclose the four in a circular space, while the folk
chant as before^
FENRIS, THE WOLF 37
THE FOLK
Save us, Lord, from lovers' hate,
Shelter us from brothers' feud I
Odin ! Asa Odin !
Only thou art wise.
Choose unto this maid a mate
Hallowed by thy sanctitude.
Send thine omen while we wait.
Making sacrifice. '
Odin ! Asa Odin !
Save us, Allf ather !
[Thunder; storm gathers and the scene grows darker^ as
bigger clouds of smoke roil upward from behind the
rune-stone,']
INGIMUND
[Removing the gold circlet from his wrist,"]
Here,
Your right hands here — all three — on Odin's ring.
[To Egily then Arfi.]
Press deeper in the sand thy foot, now thine.
[To the Priests.]
Fill up the footprints with the sacred blood.
Brother in brother's footstep, hark your oath —
Your oath to abide by Asa Odin's will.
[As Egil and Arfi grasp the ring, lightning begins to play
over the scene^ and thunder deepens the voices of the
people.]
38 FENRIS, THE WOLF
THE FOLK
Odin! Odin! Asa Odin!
Send upon thy folk a portent !
INGIMUND
[Lifting his face and spear toward ihe sky^ intones,"]
By thy runes forever writ
On AUwaker's ear and Allswift's hoof,
On Sleipni's teeth and the sledge-bands,
On the Wolf's claw and the eagle's beak,
On the bloody wings and the bridge's end ! —
THE FOLK
Odin ! Odin ! Asa Odin !
Send upon thy folk a portent 1
INGIMUND
By thy runes forever writ
On Brage's tongue and the bear's paw.
On the midwife's palm and the amber god.
On Noma's nail and the owl's neb,
On wine and wort and the Sibyl's iseat ! —
THE FOLK
Odin ! Odin ! Asa Odin !
Send thy portent, O Allf ather !
FRIDA
Look ! look 1 himself doth come.
THE FOLK
Fly! fly! Oh, fly!
FENRIS, THE WOLF 39
FRIDA
Himself doth come, and with him all the gods !
[Amid supernatural darkness and thunder-peal^ Ingimund,
Thordis, Egil, and Arfi are struck to the earthy and all
the people fiee, except Yorul and Frida, who crouch
beside the temple,']
THE FOLK
[/« the distance,"]
Bow down ! bow down !
[Pause; the passing of the storm ; silence,]
FRIDA
[Rising.]
Yorul ! — You do not speak.
Yorul !
YORUL
O Frida, hush !
FRIDA
And did you see them ?
Four were they all together, and they passed
Like fire, and four returned, in robes of flame.
But paler.
YORUL
May be so ; I saw them not.
FRIDA
Two others stood on Odin's stone, and one
Laughed loud, and whirled a whip of blazing brass,
And one thrust through his beard a smoking hammer.
40 . FENRISj THE WOLF
YORUL
May be ; may be. What did you say ? . Speak not !
[^Embracing herj\
O heart of mine, thou beatest yet. We live.
The sun — how still it is ! Whafs that ?
FRIDA
A bird
Singing under the temple's eaves.
YORUL
And all
Are fled. What be those four that lie so still?
{^Together they approach the bodies^
FRIDA
Alas ! O lady dear !
YORUL
Dead ! they are dead.
Egil, my master ! Odin's voice hath slain him.
Cursed be Odin I
FRIDA
Yorul — take them back,
Those words I Their sacrilege shall work us woe.
YORUL
What matter ? He is dead.
FRIDA
Oh, do not think it !
Perhaps they sleep. Look how their brows still wear
High thoughts. I think they dream. Ga! fetch a
leech.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 41
YORUL
A leech for death ?
FRIDA
Go quickly, Yorul !
YORUL
Well!
[Going out"]
A leech here for the dead ! A leech, ho !
FRIDA
[^A^ne with the four bodies^ stands before the rune-stone^
Odin!
Have pity on the dead ; let them awake I
\Slawly the bodies rise and look upon her ; she crouches
before them."]
Ah me ! Your eyes ! They burn. O turn away
Your bright eternal eyes !
[She falls unconscious, Egil, who hcts risen with the gold
altar chain wound about hiniy gnaws it^
EGIL
Death ! Freedom ! freedom !
[Enter Yorul and a IsEECa, followed by the folk,"]
THE LEECH
Who calls for leechcraf t here ?
YORUL
[Stands bewildered,"]
A miracle !
42 FEI\rRIS, THE WOLF
THORDIS
[Bends over Frida."]
The child is stricken.
ARFI
Let me lift her, Thordis.
YORUL
A miracle ! O Frida, speak to me !
THE LEECH
[To the folk.']
Stand off ! Give air !
WULDOR
[To thefolk:\
Hath Yorul then deceived us ?
ROLF
Behold, they live !
FRIDA
[Rising, faintly^
Thanks ; lead me to the temple.
INGIMUND
What hath befallen }
WULDOR
Hail, Ingimund ! The portent
Of 0dm hath befallen.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 43
INGIMUND
Saw ye, or what ?
[Wuldor and the folk whisper among themselves. Yorul
supports Frida toward the temple^
YORUL
But how ? What chanced ?
FRIDA
Their eyes ! their burning eyes !
Oh, I have seen their souls : they are not theirs.
Four bright ones came, four pale ones went away.
YORUL
Clean reft of wit !
FRIDA
Oh, shut me in the dark !
\Takit^ Frida from Yorul y the temple virgins lead her into
the templel\
INGIMUND
\To IVuldor.]
Saw ye, I say, or what ?
WULDOR
Ask Yorul, father.
INGIMUND
Speak thou ! What hath befallen }
44 FENRISy THE WOLF
YORUL
[Returning dazed from the temple^
Odin is wise ;
Ye that were dead are risen from the dead.
And Frida, my betrothed, is reft of reason. —
She said it would be, for I cursed him. — Egil !
Master and lord, welcome to life !
\Egily whoy with fixed gaze, has been eyeing ThordiSy starts
wildly y paces back and forth, dragging the altar chain as
he moves.]
EGIL
A verdict !
A verdict, priest and earls ! Thordis is mine.
EGIL'S MEN
Thordis for Egil !
ARFI'S MEN
Thordis for Arfi 1
INGIMUND
Peace !
Heaven's omen still is dark, and Odin's sign
Ambiguous. Not one, but four of us.
His hand hath stricken. Wherefore thus I read
His riddle : Thordis shall herself decide.
THORDIS
Father, not I !
INGIMUND
This ancient feud must end.
These two have sworn to abide by Odin's will ;
FENRIS, THE WOLF 45
His will it is that thou make choice of them.
Hearken their pleas, and choose.
THORDIS
To one must I
Give pain ?
INGIMUND
To one give joy. Speak, Arfi.
ARFl
Lady,
That those who love are blind I pray be so
That, loving, so you may behold me not —
What thing I seem, but only hear my voice —
What truth I am. Thordis, even now I dreamed
A dream more high and awful than the clouds
And breathless peaks afire of poesie :
We stood together on the morning's brink ;
Crater and frozen cliflf and snowy scar
Hung, avalanche on avalanche, below.
Below them still, — the world ! You spoke to me ;
Sweeter than measures of imagined song
Before the harp is struck, your voice ! " Listen ! "
you said ;
And echoing from scar and crater rose
The clanging of a chain. You clung to me ;
You clung to me and spoke not. — I have done.
INGIMUND
Egil!
[Springing forward^ Egil seizes Thordis* s hand, which he
raises to his lips^
46 FENRIS, THE WOLF
EGIL
I love — I love thee !
[He bites her hand. Screaming^ she draws away from him
and clings to the dwarf ^
THORDIS
Arfi!
ARFI
\Facing Fgi/,}
Brother !
WULDOR
Blood ! He hath bit her hand. Ho, sacrilege !
EGIL
The maid is mine.
ARFI
The maid is Odin's.
ROLF
[Seizing YoruPs arm^ points at JSgi/,]
See!
His eyes grow small and blaze !
YORUL
He is possessed ;
Some god afflicts him.
[ JVith a gesture of fury ^ Egii rushes upon Arfi.']
EGIL
Mine!
FENRIS, THE WOLF 47
INGIMUND
[^Sfays him,']
The maid is Arfi's,
For she herself hath chosen him.
ARFI
[Quietly.]
A clout,
To stanch the blood.
WULDOR
[^As Arfi binds her handy gazes on Thordis^ whose eyes have
closed^]
O fair beyond this world !
EGIL
\_Ciutching the air^ in passion for coherence^
A rape ! a rape ! Thordis for Egil !
YOllUL
[Drawing^
Thordis
For Egil, here !
ARFI'S MEN
Thordis for Arfi !
EGIUS MEN
Egil!
INGIMUND
Beware ! Put back your weapons all, on pain
Of Odin's wrath.
48 FENRIS, THE WOLF
THE FOLK
[Murmur.']
Remember Odin's wrath.
EGIL
Egil recks not for Odin's wrath nor will.
Who fights for Thordis ?
INGIMUND
This is blasphemy.
EGIL
Who fights with Egil for the maiden }
YORUL
And all of us.
EGIUS MEN
Till death.
I,
INGIMUND
Enough, mine earls !
The patience of the lord of peace hath end.
Egil, thy words and deed have violated
The sacred place of Odin. Thou art banned !
The lord hath put thee from his high place. Go !
I cast thee forth, and all who follow thee.
THE FOLK
[Falling dackJ]
Accurst! accurst!
FENRIS, THE WOLF 49
EGIL
\Stands alone in a great circle, '\
Behold they cast him forth !
Egil is banned I Who fights with Egil now ?
YORUL
I, master !
ONE OF EGIUS MEN
Fly ! he is accurst.
\The men hesitate; then all — except twelve^ including Yoruly
who step into the circle — depart fearfully,']
THE TWELVE
Hail, Egil !
\^The folk cry out; some go from the scene ^ others into the
temple,]
EGIL
\Seizing up with both hands the silver bowl,]
Hail, liegemen ! Twelve and one, we are enough .
To vow ourselves to vengeance 'gainst the world.
A pledge, here ! Ho, a pledge to groom and bride !
Drink pledge with me, in Odin's altar blood.
Thordis and vengeance ! Hail !
THE TWELVE
Thordis and vengeance !
\E^l drinks from the silver bowl.]
B
50 FENRIS, THE WOLF
Scene II: The interior of Egil's lodge in the
forest ; toward twilight.
JTie room is roughly built of logs, long cross-beams overhead.
From these (in the right comer, back) hang suspended
the bodies and skins of antelope, bear, and wild game ;
and beneath these — piled upon a bench against the wall
— a heap of furs and hides. Centre , back, a door,
Leftf in the earthen floor , a hearth with ashes ; above it,
a hole in the roof Beyond this hearth, left, sitting at
the open window, FRroA, alone. She looks out dreamily
toward the forest, from which horns echo and answer.
Suddenly she starts up, gazes intently, gives a low cry,
and, dodging down as she passes the window, springs
across to the heap of hides, among which she conceals
herself. After a pause, the door opens ; Egil enters,
panting — evidently pursued. His brow is bleeding,
and he limps. Turning to bar the door, he lets fall a
bloodied wolf^s skin. Immediately he snatches it up
caressingly ; gazes around, listens enraged to the horns,
limps swiftly to the hearth, hesitates ; then, as a sudden
horn- blast resounds close by, falls on his knees, digs fero-
ciously in the ashes with his two hands like an animal,
thrusts the wolf^s skin in the cavity, and covers it over
with the cashes, carefully replacing the charred brands
on top. Swiftly, then, binding up his bleeding brow and
thigh, he unbars the door, seizes a whip from a comer,
and springs stealthily out of the window. At the same
moment, horses are heard to gallop up to the lodge ; the
door bursts open ; Yorul and Rolf appear on the sill.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 51
YORUL
He came this way. Look here, Rolf, in the sand —
And here : are not these paw-prints ?
ROLF
May be so.
I saw him last back yonder in the forest.
YORUL
I saw him slinking hither across the open.
Look, here again ; here's blood.
ROLF
What ! was he wounded ?
Did not you see }
YORUL
ROLF
You know I did not ; tell me.
YORUL
Twice ; once across the eye, once in the shank.
*Twas Ingimund struck both wounds.
ROLF
Ingimund I
YORUL
Yes, when we left you, Egil rode ahead,
I and the others after. We had ridden
A half-mile, when I heard our master shout :
** Here comes our brother with his bride ahunting."
And sure, there burst into our narrow glen
Horse, hound, and horn, the whole bright cavalcade ;
52 FENRIS, THE WOLF
And Thordis rode ahead, and Arfi next,
Last, Ingimund. We reined our horses back —
ROLF
Not to pollute the lady with the sight
Of your accursed faces, eh ?
YORUL
Say rather
To keep our scanty numbers hid.
ROLF
Well — well?
YORUL
Well, I had hardly reined back in the wood
And Thordis passed me by — Man, it was awful !
Under the very hoofs of the dwarf's horse —
Out of the earth, it seemed — there sprang a wolf
And bit the stallion's loin. The horse rolled over —
A wolf — a giant wolf !
ROLF
What then ?
YORUL
I say
It stood as high as that, Rolf, yet I swear
If it were not a wolf, yet what —
ROLF
What happened ?
YORUL
There rang a great shout and the riders all
Leapt to the ground where, in the midst of them.
FENRISy THE WOLF 53
Tangled together with the kicking steed,
Rolled the huge wolf and Arfi ; him the beast
Held by the gorge between his grinning jaws,
Throttling him like a whelp. But Ingimund —
ROLF
Hel have him ! Did he save the dwarf ?
YORUL
He dragged
The wolf away, and struck him with his spear
Twice, as I told you. But the beast escaped.
ROLF
And Arfi lives ?
YORUL
I know not. I made after
The wolf, and met you as I tracked him here.
ROLF
But what said Egil ?
YORUL
I was too amazed
To look for him.
ROLF
There winds his horn in the wood,
And yonder he comes riding with the others.
Come ; we'll go meet them.
\^Exit.'\
[As Yorul is following Rolf Frida steps forward^
FRIDA
\Speaks low,]
Yorul !
54 FENRIS, THE WOLF
YORUL
Her \oic^\ Frida! Frida!
FRIDA
Keep me !
YORUL
Stand farther off. O girl, what brings you here ?
How found you out this solitary place ?
FRIDA
I left my mistress* side at dawn, and searched
All day the forest.
YORUL
Little Frida, thou I
FRIDA
Come with me !
YORUL
Stand away ! You have forgot
I am accurst. This place is Egil's lodge,
And all who dwell here banned and castaway.
FRIDA
Where you are must I fear to be ?
YORUL
Yes, Frida,
For Ingimund has cursed me with my master.
FRIDA
Leave him.
YORUL
Whom?
FENEIS, THE WOLF 55
FRIDA
Leave him, Yorul.
YORUL
Leave whom, child ?
FRIDA
Egil, your master.
YORUL
[In amazement^
Frida !
FRIDA
Hush !
\She goes to the hearth^
YORUL
\In scorn.l
Desert
My lord ! His liegeman, I a traitor !
FRIDA
Look.
[_S/ie brushes back the ashes, revealing the beasfs headj]
YORUL
The wolf! By heaven, dead! What — you killed
him
FRIDA
No.
YORUL
And flayed, the very brute ! Here are the marks
Of Ingimund, his spear. Saw you the beast
Alive ?
56 FENRIS, THE WOLF
FRIDA
Yes.
YORUL
Here?
FRIDA
I watched it limping here,
Wounded, from out the forest.
YORUL
Ha I I said so.
Here to the very door-sill ?
FRIDA
Yes ; it pushed
The door ajar.
YORUL
But —
FRIDA
Egil entered.
YORUL
Egil!
FRIDA
His brow was bleeding and he limped. He buried
That thing beneath the ashes, and sprang forth
Out at the window.
YORUL
Buried this ?
FRIDA
As dogs
Bury their secrets, claw and nozzle. — Yorul I
FENRIS, THE WOLF 57
YORUL
You saw ?
FRIDA
I saw. O Yorul, 'tis a werewolf.
YORUL
[Drops the hide and steps back.l
Ah ! do not name it !
FRIDA
Leave him. Come away !
YORUL
Bleeding — his brow, you said .?
FRIDA
Yes; come away !
YORUL
So be it
FRIDA
Gracious Odin ! he will come.
YORUL
Since that wild day he bit your mistress* hand
It hath misgiven me the gods torment him.
Once, for seven days, ceaseless he paced this hall.
Spoke not, nor ate, but ground and ground his teeth ;
And in the night, once, when I watched him sleeping,
His eyelids lay rolled back and filled with fire.
FRIDA
That day the storm burst over Odin's stone
And I beheld those mighty four in flame —
58 FENRIS, THE WOLF
Oh, since then, Yorul, they have changed, my mis-
tress
Even as your master, save that she has grown
Lovelier than herself, and seems to bear
About with her the loadstone of desire,
For the poor hinds and churls that wait upon her
Serve her with souls enamoured. If I thought
You would believe my vision, I could tell —
But come, Yorul. Yorul ! you will not come ?
YORUL
Never ! Stop, Frida ; do not name the thing
He is. It matters not to me ; for me
He is my lord, my master ; that is all.
FRIDA
But if —
YORUL
If he were that eternal beast
Whom Odin chains until the dawn of doom,
Fenris, the wolf —
FRIDA
No, say not that I
YORUL
I say
Still it should matter not ; I am his liegeman,
His vassal, and his bondslave. I will serve him.
\_Enterf with his followers^ Egiiy cracking his whip."]
EGIL
The wolf I Where is your wolf ?
FENRIS, THE WOLF 59
ROLF
We tracked him here.
EGIL
Lies ! lies ! He lurks yet in the forest
ERIC
[Pointing at Yorul, who holds up the skin,'\
Look I
THE MEN
The wolf !
EGIL
[Leaping upon Yoruiy flings him to the ground,"]
Traitor !
YORUL
Hold, master —
FRIDA
[ Coming forward!]
Save him !
ROLF
Thou!
Thou, maiden, here ?
FRIDA
Oh, help him !
ERIC
[WiA the others^ helpy separates the two J]
Egil! ofif!
EGIL
A ferret, ho ! a ferret, earls ; hath scent
And sight and hearing — what, for rats ? No, no,
For wolves I
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ROLF
\Aside to Erkl\
The madness!
YORUL
Master, 'tis the wolf.
I killed him.
EGIL
Killed him? Thoa?
^CrafiUy.'\
What wolf ?
YORUL
The beast
That bit the dwarf.
EGIL
Dead ; so 'tis dead. Let see I
\Takit^ the pelt from Yorul, he drops it on the hearth^
It should, methinks, be buried too. Thy kill ?
YORUL
Mine, EgiL
EGIL
\With hisfootj covering the pelt with the ashes, "]
Killed and flayed. Huzza, mine earis.
For Yorul and his kill
THE MEN
[ Gather round Yorul.']
Huzza!
FENRIS, THE WOLF 6 1
EGIL
'Tis buried.
\_Aside,']
He knows, he knows ; I will avenge me.
[Looks keenly at Rolf^
Well,
What art thou gazing on ?
ROLF
On nothing.
EGIL
Liest,
Liest ; art gazing on my brow. What, what ?
Tis bandaged, ah ! What then ? What then, I say ?
ERIC
Why, he is wounded.
EGIL
Traitors ! traitors all !
Aha, by Loki, but you lie. I fell —
You lie ! My horse was diked. I fell and gashed me,
My brow, my thigh. Why not my brow and thigh ?
May not a huntsman fall from *s saddle } Liars !
I limp, but not for that. I will limp !
[Suddenly changing,"]
Hark!
[He springs to the window^
YORUL
What dost thou hear 1
62 FENRIS, THE WOLF
EGIL
They smell the blood. They come
To dig it up. Their nozzles scour the gorse.
Yorul 1 Yorul !
YORUL
[^To whom Egil clings,']
Tis nothing.
EGIL
They have found
The scent. You cannot make them Iqse it, Yorul.
You loop and loop for miles, plunge in the lake,
Swim over, double through the thickets, spring
All-feet from rock to rock in the ravine.
Crouch in the fern and listen : still you hear them
Belling behind you, all their big chests panting.
Their red tongues lolled, the great hot breathing, —
bloodhounds !
Bloodhounds !
ROLF
[At the window^
By Odin, see, yonder the dogs
Of Ingimund ; he hath them in the leash ;
Behind him, on a litter, they are bringing
Arfi, the dwarf.
EGIL
Yorul ! Keep back the hounds !
Mercy ! Thou art no kin of theirs. They have
No feud of blood with thee. Keep back the hounds !
Mercy !
FENRIS, THE WOLF 63
ERIC
\_Aside to men,']
Still madder !
ROLF
They are twoscore men,
And we a handful ; shall we fight ?
EGIL
Fight, madmen ?
Have ye not heard the hounds? Keep back the
hounds.
Go forth and bind their leashes to the trees.
Bind them, and guard them, every slave of you !
Go! Go!
ROLF
What ! fear their dogs ?
ERIC
Yorul, his eyes —
They bum !
YORUL
Be patient, master !
EGIL
Treachery I
YouVe lured 'em on. They come to dig it out ;
They smell the wounds. Ye have betrayed me.
YORUL
Men,
Come forth and let us bind the hounds.
64 FENRIS, THE WOLF
EGIL
[Swinging his whip.']
Slaves! cowards!
Traitors ! the lash shall teach you.
[Striking Rolf,']
Bind the hounds !
ROLF
This goes too far.
YORUL
[Imploring,']
Come!
EGIL
Mercy ! Ah ! their fangs !
Their fangs ! Devils, go forth and bind the hounds.
[Follows the meny lashing them,']
ERIC
By Loki !
YORUL
[Aside,]
Humour him.
[The men goforth^ whipped wildly by Egil, who sinks
exhausted by the closed door,]
EGIL
Keep back the hounds —
Their fangs I
YORUL
[Outside.]
Fear nothing; we will bind them.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 65
FRIDA
[Starts for the door J]
Yorul !
[Egil, rolling in her way, gazes at her^ and rises ^ panting;
she draws dack,']
EGIL
Thou art the maid of Yorul.
FRIDA
I am his.
EGIL
Who hid the wolf — he knows.
FRIDA
He knows.
EGIL
His maiden !
Shalt make a fair revenge.
FRIDA
Ah ! Save me, Yorul !
[She faints.']
EGIL
Yorul, a dear revenge !
[Lifting her in his armsj he bears her off^ Irft,"]
A lair ! a lair !
[A pause; sunset glows through the window; the outer door
is partly opened by Rolf who calls inJ]
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ROLF
O Egil ! Ingimund demands to enter
And rest here for the night. Thy brother's wound
Grows worse; they doubt his life. Shall we resist
them,
Or welcome ? They are armed. — Egil ! — Not here ?
[Exitf closing the door. Another pause ; the room grows
dimmer; Egil slowly reenters ^ /^/.]
EGIL
Now will I sleep. — The time is strangely sweet,
Blank, and untroubled. Soon it will be starlight.
My limbs are filled with peace, mine ears with sounds
Of brooks and breezy leafage murmurous,
Mine eyes with slumber. Well, I will lie down
And sleep.
[^As Egil goes to the hearth, enter Ingimund, Thordis,
WuLDOR, and a number of Arfis men, carrying a litter,
on which lies Arfi ; these accompanied by Yorul, Rolf,
Eric, and EgiVs men,']
INGIMUND
Slow ; bear him softly, Wuldor. Let
The others stay without, and place our men
Most carefully on guard. For this one night,
Yorul, thy master's bann shall be suspended.
The need is great
THORDIS
[By the litter.']
Father, he hath grown paler.
FENRISy THE WOLF 67
INGIMUND
Here set him down.
EGIL
[Gazing at ThordisJ]
Dreaming !
THORDIS
Gently ! his side.
WULDOR
Lady, what more to do ?
ARFrS MEN
[Some kneely some kiss her robe; all give to her their eyes
and hearts unconsciously^
What more ?
THORDIS
Bring water.
YORUL
[Asidei\
Master, the hounds are tethered. Where is Frida }
EGIL
Dreaming ! still dreaming !
YORUL
Frida ?
EGIL
Wake me not.
THORDIS
Arfi ! O gentle earl, look up ! Let not
Your ears be as the turf to our great sorrow.
Arfi ! I love you ; live 1
68 FEATRIS, THE WOLF
YORUL
[To Rolf.']
Hast thou seen Frida ?
ROLF
No.
[^Exit Yorul^ left; Egil approaches Arfis litter^
EGIL
Will he die ?
INGIMUND
The virus of the wolf
Corrupts his blood; yet he may Uve.
EGIL
May live.
WULDOR
O God ! I could take heart to bear this woe
But that the damned beast that bit my master
Still breathes.
INGIMUND
I wounded him.
WULDOR
Yet he escaped us.
ROLF
You, Wuldor, but not us. The wolf is dead ;
Behold his skin I
\Reenier Yorul. He staggers forward.]
FEI\rRIS, THE WOLF 69
INGIMUND
Who killed him ?
ERIC
EgiFs man
Yorul.
INGIMUND
Hail, Yorul ! This deed shall atone
For much of thy defiance and thy master's.
Well done !
YORUL
[ Wildly.']
A lie ! a lie ! the wolf still lives.
ALL
Lives ?
YORUL
There !
EGIL
[^Crouching back,]
Ai! anarch!
YORUL
[^Grappling Egil, tears off his bandages.]
Look I Look, Ingimund I
The wounds : you struck them with your hunting-
spear.
INGIMUND
Forehead and thigh !
70 FEATRIS, THE WOLF
YORUL
He sprang on Arfi's horse,
And bit his brother's throat — his murderer.
There lies his changeling skin. He buried it
Here in the ashes.
THE MEN
\FaUing away."]
Werewolf ! Werewolf !
INGIMUND
Earl,
Thou art accused of sin unnameable.
Speak : art thou guilty ?
EGIL
{^G/ar^s about him in fear and ragel\
Ai! Ai! anarch!
INGIMUND
Demon !
YORUL
Ah, Frida ! Master — Frida !
ROLF
What of her ?
Not dead ?
YORUL
No, no ; would God she were, and I !
Frida!
\^Exit, left.']
INGIMUND
Destroy the wolf.
FENRIS, THE WOLF Jl
THORDIS
[71? Wuldor, who is about to attack Egilwith a spear ^
Stop, earl ! Your master ;
He has heard all.
ARFI
\Raises his body painfully on the litter."]
My brother — Egil — spare him.
WULDOR
But 'tis a werewolf !
INGIMUND
He has sought your life.
ARFI
The life he sought to take I give to him.
My strength is little ; if you love me, spare him.
WULDOR
'Tis madness !
THORDIS
Nay, 'tis mercy, but to you
Reason is vengeance. Father, look ; he sinks
Again. Will you deny the prayer of him —
{^Lowering her voice J\
Perchance who dies.
ARFI
\^FaintlyJ\
Egil!
72 FENRIS, THE WOLF
INGIMUND
Egil shall live ;
So much I grant thee, Arfi, but no more.
Henceforth thy brother shall be cast in chains,
Until the demon-beast that plagues his body
Is exorcised and tamed. — Lay on the chains.
\As the men approach with fetters , Egil seizes a chain from
one^ and^ springing fearfully to Thordis^s side, there
crouches and lifts it to her."]
EGIL
Not those — but thou !
\Thordis puts the chain upon EgiL'\
ACT SECOND
ACT II
Scene I : A prison chamber, dim, built of stone
On the right stands a highy framed tapestry ^ the design partly
worked; beside it, on a table, several harps and instru-
ments of music. On the left, extending centre, the half-
completed model of a structure resembling the temple in
Act /, Scene I ; beside it, wooden blocks and miniature
beams ; in front of it a stone tablet, upon which Egil —
stooped, with an instrument in his hand — is laboriously
carving runes. Behind him stands Arh, at times guid-
ing the hand of his brother, who is evidently being
overcome by weariness, against which he struggles for
concentration. Finally EgiPs head droops, his hand
falls, and his body sinks prone. At the door, Thordis
enters,
THORDIS
Asleep ?
ARFI
Quite, quite outworn.
THORDIS
The runes ?
The task is done ?
ARFI
He has mastered them.
75
76 FENRIS, THE WOLF
THORDIS
\^Sighs unconsciously,']
How swift he learns !
ARFI
Yes, hourly he hath grown through the strange
months
Since Ingimund entrusted him to us
To dispossess the beast that plagues him.
THORDIS
Look
Now where he lies and dreams.
ARFI
There lies a block
Of chaos, for our wills to fuse and kindle
Into a world, glowing with vital forms
Of law and loveliness. Yea, Thordis, we —
We are his being's seasons, you and I ;
The sun and moon, the starshine and the dew.
Of this stark heath and breeding moor of passion,
And the large jurisdiction of our love
Must ripen there the temperate growths of reason,
And stablish the mind's palaces.
THORDIS
You speak
In sadness.
ARFI
Nay, in awe. The thought grows vast
And awfuL
FENRIS, THE WOLF JJ
THORDIS
So ? I do not feel it, I !
I feel as elemental as the air,
That holds secure within its crystal veins
As many thousand summers and their blooms
As the earth may yearn for.
ARFI
*Tis because you are
Bounteous as the air, that from your presence all
Take breath and power. Since you elected me
Beside the altar stone, even I, that was
A warped and ailing mannikin of woe.
Prickling with sensibilities and pangs,
Have felt myself exalted and at peace
With this poor twisted mask of torse and limb.
So simple it seems, so sane, so actual.
That what I am was your immortal friend
Elsewhere.
THORDIS
And have you felt the same ? We two
Have walked eternal mountains hand in hand.
And watched the morning of our little lives
Break over our birth-hour, and we shall stand
Together at the sundown, and behold
The passion clouds of death grow pale.
ARFI
We shall pass on together.
\In his sleep, Egil moans.']
And then
78 FENRIS, THE WOLF
THORDIS
We forget ;
We must not leave him as we found him, love.
ARFI
The wolf torments him still in sleep.
THORDIS
Poor dreamer !
And have you told him yet we are to wed
To-morrow ?
ARFI
No ; I dreaded to rouse up
The old, jealous hate ; for since my wound has healed.
He seems to have forgotten that old feud.
And looks on you and me no more, methinks.
As keepers of his prison-house, but rather
As his accomplices, that smuggle in
Subtle devices for his liberation,
To comprehend the use of which he expends
All of his time and powers.
THORDIS
Accomplices :
It may be so ; for he, that used to hang
With looks of fire upon my merest motion.
Will gaze beyond me now with eyes that gloat
Blank as a miser's on some buried hoard.
ARFI
The gold he hoards is knowledge, and 'tis well,
For that preoccupation may assuage
FENRIS, THE WOLF 79
The pain he else might feel, when he shall learn
Our joy to-morrow.
\^Egil cries out again,']
THORDIS
Yearning heart ! how deep
It labours still in pain ! Let us take care
To acquaint him gently with our happiness.
We must divert him. — Why, what's here ?
ARFI
We're architects.
[^SmiUngJ]
A
THORDIS
He helped you build it ?
temple ;
ARFI
I
Am helping him.
THORDIS
But how shall this avail
To tame the wolf ?
1
ARFI
His genius is destruction ;
His breath and bondage — to annihilate ;
And therefore Egil must be shown to build
And not destroy; of mean, chaotic things —
These blocks — to make admired harmony.
And shape, however rude, some tangible
Earnest of his constructive will.
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THORDIS
I see ;
Who would have thought of it but you ? Not I !
\Egil moans, '\
Hark!
EGIL
[LoWy in his sieepj]
Freyja !
THORDIS
Did he call ?
EGIL
Freyja !
THORDIS
That name !
You heard ?
ARFI
The goddess Spring's.
To pray ?
ARFI
Not I.
EGIL
THORDIS
You taught him, then«
[Starting to his feet ^
Freyja !
THORDIS
Can this be Egil ?
FENRIS, THE WOLF 8 1
EGIL
[ Crouched^ pacing to and fro,']
Free me, Freyjal Frore am I, frost-bit;
Go we together into greenwood glad !
Mirk under moon-mist mad will meet thee,
Hunt thee from hiding, thy heart-beats hear.
ARFI
It is the wolf that wakes, while Egil slumbers.
EGIL
\_Lookingy with closed eyesy as toward a height^
Free me, Freyja ! Fair art thou, fro ward ;
Go we together into greenwood glad !
Bums thine eyebeam bright as the bitch-wolfs ;
Longeth Fenris in thy lair to lie.
THORDIS
What otifer name spake he ?
ARFI
I could not hear.
EGIL
[/« sudden terror ^ seeking to fly ^
Ai ! anarch ! anarch ! Ulfr !
THORDIS
Wake him.
ARFI
Wait;
What this reveals to us may prove of help
To him.
82 FENRISj THE WOLF
EGIL
Oathless am I !
THORDIS
But see ! he suffers.
EGIL
I — I am Allf ather !
\_Swaymg with anguish^ as under the blows of a scourge^ he
sinks upon the floor ^ overwhelmed and quivering,']
Oathless — am — I —
THORDIS
Egil, awake ! awake ! Tis nothmg.
EGIL
[^Gradually waking, rises to his knees,"]
Freyja !
THORDIS
No goddess I, poor Egil, but your friend
Thordis, the maiden.
EGIL
She thou art — the same
Even now that saved me. [^Starting.] What is that ?
ARFI
Your brother.
EGIL
My brother he is tall and beautiful,
Happy and glorious, and I hate him for't
FENRISy THE WOLF 83
ARFI
Nay, you have hated me, but not for that.
Look on me, Egil.
EGIL
Arfi!
THORDIS
Twas a dream.
EGIL
What's that — a dream ? Is it a mist that steals
Between the eyelids, filling them with shapes
Begot of its own vapour, — shadows ? lies ?
If so, which shapes are dreams — your forms, or those.
Those even now that beheld me, where I crouched
Among the crater's hoar crusts, numb with cold.
Yet writhing in the brassy flames, that eat
And crawled into my vitals ? Mine ? No, no !
That was not I, that nameless thing, not 1 1
Say " No."
ARFI
It was the wolf. You fell asleep,
Wearied, and dreamed of him.
EGIL
If that be sleep.
Then let me sleep no more. O friends, sweet friends,
You that have weaned and reared me from this thing.
Promise I nevermore may droop mine eyes
But you will prod them open.
84 J^ENRIS, THE WOLF
THORDIS
You forget
How you have grown. Soon you will be once more -
But oh ! how milder, mightier, than before —
Egil, the hunter.
EGIL
Till then, Egil the hunted !
Thordis, could I meet — as many a time
IVe met within the forest, face to face.
My quarry, and destroyed it — could I so
Confront this inward beast and grapple him
To the death-struggle, — ha I but with a dream !
A spectral wolf, that lurks ever in the dusk
And tangled thickets of my brain and will,
A wraith invulnerable, that makes his lair
In my bosom, that, when I would strike,
1 lacerate myself, draw life — myself
The beast, the bait, the hunter and the hunted !
THORDIS
Nay, you are still the hunter, he the quarry.
Only to track him hath grown harder, for
He hath grown duskier as your mind hath dawned.
And can no more take shape, as he was wont,
In tangible horror to the eyes of all.
Yet we will track him — you and I.
EGIL
But how ?
THORDIS
With flaming torches we will set ablaze
His ancient wilderness, till through the gap
FENRISj THE WOLF 85
Of sundering boughs the quiet stars shall mock him,
Naked and overwhelmed.
EGIL
But where ? What boughs ?
What fire ?
THORDIS
\^Taktng up, among the instruments, a reed-pipe^
The way is wild ; this pipe shall lead us.
Play, Arfi !
\Sitttng beside the block temple, Arfi begins to play upon the
reed,'\
EGIL
But this pipe —
THORDIS
Do you not hear
Her voice alluring us ? It is a wood-sprite.
The elf-child Harmony.
EGIL
Where can she lead us ?
This is a prison.
THORDIS
She can lead us forth
Into the beauteous world. Hark! even now —
Do you not see ? — the walls are crumbling, bright
With ivy-dew and morning. — Don't you hear ?
The birds ! the birds ! — Now, Egil, now your hand I
86 FENRISj THE WOLF
Now on the dance with me ! We'll follow her
On — to the chase !
\_Taking hands ^ they dance whilst Arfi blows the mellow pipe.
Eager ^ impetuous ^ Egil becomes kindled by the sound and
motion till^ in the midst, dropping Thordis^s hand, he
gropes toward the wall,]
EGIL
The chase ! the chase ! the chase !
Ho, torches for the chase !
ARFI
[^Stops playing, and rises.']
A metaphor
Transforms him.
EGIL
Torches !
[^Stumbling against the blocks."]
What is this ?
ARFI
Our temple ;
We've left it uncompleted.
EGIL
This ! — the chase !
To sit block-building like a little child ?
To ask vague questions that await strange answers ?
No ! do not mock me ! Summon the great hunt.
Hand me a torch into my gripping palm,
Point where to leap, and let the whirlwinds sing
FENRIS, THE WOLF 87
And the great jungles crash in conflagration.
The wolf ! reveal the wolf ! that I may rend
The demon limb from limb.
ARFI
He rages blind
Now in your eyes.'
EGIL
[ Controlling himself , shudders,"^
Emancipate me !
ARFI
Come;
Here let us sit, as we were boys again,
And pile our blocks.
THORDIS
Go, Egil ! Build with him.
The forest-sprite has led you to her temple.
l^Going to the tapestry frame ^ while Egil joins Arfi, she begins
to work upon the embroidery^ observing from time to time
their block-building^
EGIL
A temple ! Still they mock me. — 'Tis a toy.
ARFI
Why, true, a toy, and yet a temple, if
The mind bring incense here, and the bow'd heart
Make sacrifice.
EGIL
We are not pigmies, we.
To creep under this gable.
88 FENRISy THE WOLF
ARFI
Are we not ?
Are we so great ? Who hath not stood beneath
A sparrow's egg-shell, speckled o'er with stars,
And dwindled there with wonder ? Who so small
But hath, to quench desire, drunk of the sun
Or set his parch'd lips to the moon's pale rim ?
So great, so small, neither and both, our stature
Waxes and wanes, inconstant as a shadow
'Twixt night and noon and night. This temple, lad,
Will be as cramped or spacious as the spirit
Which consecrates it.
EGIL
Dark ! Thou speakest darkness.
ARFI
Listen ! This house of toy-wood is the altar
Where you must supplicate the immortal gods
For freedom.
EGIL
So ; the immortal gods I What, then,
Are they that I should sue to them for freedom ?
ARFI
*
They are the powers of the inevitable
To whom we mortals must submit our wills
Or perish.
{EgiPs structure falls ^
EGIL
Ah ! it breaks. What made it fall ?
FENRISj THE WOLF 89
ARFI
A god : the same that holds these prison walls
Stone upon stone ; the same that mortises
The rock-seams of the solid hills, and hangs
Aloft the glittering roof -tree of the world. —
You builded weak, and the god chided you.
EGIL
Are then the gods so near ?
ARFI
In all our acts
We feel the might of their invisible hands,
But only in prayer behold them face to face.
EGIL
In prayer }
ARFI
The abnegation of our wills
For theirs, the affirmation of their laws.
Which to the god's "Thou must '* answers " I will."
EGIL
And that is freedom ?
ARFI
That alone is freedom.
EGIL
I will be free then, Arfi. Why, 'tis simpler
Than playing with these blocks. I will be free !
Teach me to pray.
ARFI
I cannot.
go FENRISy THE WOLF
EGIL
Teach me, Thordis.
\^She shakes her head and smiles.]
Alas ! who will ?
ARFI
Yourself alone.
EGIL
But how ?
How may I know when I have learned to pray ?
ARFI
When, in the full sight of your goal of yearning,
Your spirit, pausing, cries out to the gods —
" This is my heart's desire — take it — 'tis yours ! **
That instant of renunciation will
Be prayer and freedom both and the wolf's passing-
bell.
[^JSn^er Wuldor ; he goes to Arfi and speaks aside ^^
Admit him.
WULDOR
But —
ARFI
Why not ?
WULDOR
His looks are wild,
His words were bitter. When he spoke of thee,
He laughed and scowled.
FENRISj THE WOLF 91
ARH
Say we will come to him.
[Exit JVu/dor.]
THORDIS
[ Whom Arfi approaches^ with a warning gesture^
Who is it ?
ARFI
\Aside^
Yorul ; he has asked to speak
With Egil.
THORDIS
Ought we to admit him ?
ARFI
It is wise,
For so may Egil measure what he is
By what he was. Look ; he has knelt to pray.
The time is fitting ; we will leave him so.
THORDIS
\Leaving the tapestry^
How noble he looks ! Shall we not tell him now
About to-morrow ?
ARFI
We will tell him all
When he has prayed.
\Exeunt^
92 FENRISy THE WOLF
EGIL
To pray — to pray is simple :
" This is my heart's desire — take it — 'tis yours ! "
And so — emancipation. O you -gods,
If through these prison walls you may behold
The mock rites of this childish temple, hear me !
Knowledge — knowledge, that is my heart's desire.
That is the soul-inebriating cup
Which hath transformed me half unto your image
And still hath drugg'd the other brutish half
To lethargy and dreams. To know, to learn.
And evermore to learn ! To watch new worlds
Kindling from out the dark of consciousness,
Fresh firmaments gathering from drop to drop
Of common morning dew ; to be upborne
On the light-trailing wings of understanding
And scan far off the former crawling-place
And wolf -haunt of the spirit, to spread those wings
At one's own will and mount into the sun.
Searing the mind with ecstasy — you gods !
That is my heart's desire : take it from me !
Take it, 'tis yours, for it hath come from you,
But when of that you have bereft me, leave
Freedom instead, and innocence.
\Enter Yorul.]
What's there ?
Speak.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 93
YORUL
\As Egil starts up^ bows himself at hisfeeti\
Thy betrayer.
EGIL
Oh, art thou a god ?
And art thou come in answer to my prayer ?
YORUL
Master —
EGIL
I know thy voice.
YORUL
\Tuming upward hisfacel\
Destroy me.
EGIL
\_Dreamily.'\
Yorul !
Yorul, my liegeman !
YORUL
Once thou named me so ;
Once and the world was sweet — once and 'twas
sweet.
EGIL
Why have they sent thee, Yorul ?
YORUL
Who, my lord ?
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EGIL
Thou art their messenger ; be swift ; declare
Their grace, or doom. — Shall I go free ?
YORUL
Destroy me
With blows of steel, not of remorse. None sent me.
Myself hath driven me here, here to the cell
Wherein my treachery consigned my master.
Hear me !
EGIL
I hear thee, Yorul.
YORUL
Since that night.
That bitter sunset when she — since that night
Till now, I have not left the forest, nor
Spoken with friend or foe ; but I have stopped
My heart in the deep silentness of trees
Till it hath burst for pain. My wrong and thine.
Thy wrong and mine — I dared to balance them.
To let my woe condone my treachery
And prove it justified, as if my heart
Were not itself thy vassal, and its pangs
Feudal to thy desires. And so I sinned
Until to-day.
EGIL
These are enigmas. Speak !
How have the gods made answer to my prayer }
FEATRIS, THE WOLF 95
YORUL
To-day I met with peasants in the wood
Who drove their herds of swine all garlanded
With green arbutus. Hailing me, they cried,
" Why come ye not with us to Odin*s stone
Against to-morrow's wedding-day ? " " Who weds ? "
Quoth I. " Our priestess Thordis weds the dwarf ;
Come with us ! " Then I bit my arm and vowed
That I would come to thee and speak my shame.
And say, ** Destroy me, lord, or let me serve thee."
EGIL
Peasants they were; they said — what was*t they
said?
YORUL
" To-morrow our priestess Thordis " —
EGIL
" Weds the dwavf ! "
Those were thy words ; thou shalt not change them
now.
YORUL
I would not change them.
EGIL
Wouldst thou not ? Well said !
" To-morrow the maiden Thordis " — nay, not so ;
** To-morrow our priestess Thordis — weds the dwarf '^
And all their swine were garlanded. — Was it so t
YORUL
Even so, and I —
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EGIL
Even so !
YORUL
I vowed to come
EGIL
\_Laughing.'\
Knowledge — knowledge — that was my heart's
desire I
YORUL
And make confession —
EGIL
Why, here have I sat
And licked the crumbs of knowledge from his hand
As I had been his beagle ; and for what ?
To grow ! to be transmuted from a wolf
Into my brother's ape ! To evolve a mind
That knows at last the rapture it must lose.
Oh, noble !
YORUL
And make confession of my crime
As of my love.
EGIL
\_Beginning to pace back and/orth.']
Hal
FENRIS, THE WOLF 97
YORUL
For I loved her well,
More than I dreamed. Love leads us from the truth
And blinds us to ourselves.
EGIL
Ah!
So when I
YORUL
Beheld that deed — forgive me !
EGIL
Ah!
YORUL
I spake
Those traitor's words that damned thee to this cell ;
For I was mad. O God ! the memory
Maddens me now.
EGIL
Ha!
YORUL
Look not on me so,
For I am weak and passionate. Take care !
The truth deserts me ! — Nay, forgive me, master,
Tis love is falsehood.
EGIL
Ahl
98 FENRISj THE WOLF
YORUL
I am thy liegeman,
And what was mine was thine to take, unquestioned.
EGIL
Ah!
YORUL
Yet my soul would question, and I claimed her
In spite of thee, for that same night —
\^Draws nearer and whispers^
I killed her.
Mine! She is mine! Thou canst not touch her
now.
She lies out yonder with the virgin stars
White and inviolable. Dead, she is mine
Whom, living, 'twas thy title not to spare.
Master, pity my triumph ! Leave me yet
This foible of my arrogance, for which
Henceforth I am thy loyal slave, to do
Or die for thee.
EGIL
Wouldst serve me — ah ?
YORUL
EGIL
Seems thou canst kill.
Say how !
FENRIS, THE WOLF 99
YORUL
Speak but that word.
\They look long at each otherS]
EGIL
'Tis spoken.
Go ! — Stay !
YORUL
What more }
EGIL
Thine oath ! — for sometimes, Yorul,
The resolute grow sick with afterthought,
And hot will cool — thine oath, to shun my sight,
To speak not nor be spoken with, until
Tis done.
YORUL
[^Raising his right arm."]
By Fridays cold and virgin hand.
To shun my master's sight, to speak not, nor
Be spoken with, until 'tis done.
EGIL
'Tis sworn ;
Go now.
[ Yorul covers his face, and exit."]
To-morrow she shall wed — not him.
O dupe of lovers ! Bond-slave to a dwarf !
O gods, your fool ! your fool !
[^Throwing himself down beside the temple of blocks , he de-
stroys it, insensate^ and crouches^ laughing^ amid the
ruinsJ]
100 FENRIS, THE WOLF
Scene II
\The curtain rises presently upon the same: a taper bums
low, Thordis, seated with a harpy is playing ; near
her Egil stands amid the block ruins. Ceasing to play^
Thordis rises y looks at Egil (who stands oblivious) ^
passes silently to the window and looks out.
THORDIS
The moon has set.
EGIL
\_Stirs as from a tranceJ]
Can, then, the eternal cease ?
That perfect architecture pale in air ?
You built again my temple of sweet sounds
And peopled it with deathless visitants,
And shed around their forms a nameless grace
Medicinal as moonlight, and as calm.
I walked with them, and they discoursed with me.
Almost it seemed myself was one of them. —
And then you ceased.
THORDIS
'Tis beauty's paradox
To prove itself immortal — and to die.
EGIL
Die i Must this godlike transmutation lapse
Into the lurking wolf again ? Ah, no !
That music died in labour, and its yearning
Hath borne a man-child, that lives after it
Here in my soul. Henceforth I nevermore
.f
FENRISy THE WOLF lOI
May be that groping hypocrite of prayer
Whom you uplifted from this ruined altar,
With passion-sealfed eyes seeking the light
Of freedom. No, henceforth I shall be strong.
Clear-eyed, serene, and dauntless. See ! I take
Your hand and bid you go from me. — Thou only,
Thou art my heart's desire. See ! I renounce thee.
Go from me, for I love you. Leave me ! Yet
You leave me not alone ; that passionate presence
Which the blind wrath and hunger for possession
Cries out for from my clay — of that I am
Bereft indeed ; but losing that, I gain
The stellar part of you, the exceeding light
Of fellowship and human sympathy. —
Leave me ! I love you.
THORDIS
Is this Egil speaks ?
EGIL
Egil, your lover, I !
THORDIS
The gods are mighty,
And music is the lordliest. O Egil,
Thou art emancipated, and to-morrow
They will fling wide thy prison doors. — Good night !
[^Giving him the har^J]
Keep here thy god with thee.
{At the dooTy as they clasp hands,"]
Brother ! — Good night.
[Exit.]
102 FENRISy THE WOLF
EGIL
Sister ! — Emancipated ! Mine at last
Freedom and innocence ! The occult beast
That crouched beside the sweet wells of my spirit
Is exorcised at last. — To-morrow dawn
I shall go forth and taste the wild, spring air,
And gather the hamlet children in the woods
To pluck arbutus for her wedding-day,
Her wedding-day — and his. I have renounced her.
Emancipated — but I have renounced her
Even for that, for freedom. What were freedom
Without — his ! his ! forever his own ! And I
Am happy, rapt, triumphant? His! What power
Hath wrought in me this ignominy }
[Lifting the harp^
Thou!
Wast thou, imperious instrument ! Wast thou,
Delirious god !
\Fiercely he plucks out several strings.']
Thou hast decoyed me !
[Pausing,']
Still,
There's Yorul ; Yorul's true.
[ Wrenching with both hands the harp^s framCy he breaks it
in halves^ and exultant, raises them above his head,
with a great breath.]
Emancipated !
ACT THIRD
ACT III
Scene: A forest glade
On the left, a green bank and a pool, back of which is a
thicket; on the right, a vista, beneath boughs, of a dis-
tant volcano, rising through the wet light of dawn,
EGIUS VOICE
[^Outside. "]
Help — O! help — O!
SHRILL VOICES
[^Outside, "]
A troll ! a troll ! a troll !
[£nter, right, Egil, running. He is completely surrounded
and swarmed over by little children in bright spring
garb. One little girl has climbed upon his shoulder,
where she clings!\
THE CHILDREN
Heigh! hold him fast. Troll! troll!
EGIL
Help, gentle greenwood !
Am I but now escaped men*s prison walls
To fall into this ambush of thine elves !
Save me, you wrens and warblers ! Fetch me wings !
los
I06 FENRIS, THE WOLF
THE CHILDREN
[Taking hands y dance about him, singing,!^
Thrice, thrice,
Thrice around thee !
Star-wise
Our steps surround thee ;
Now yield thee, yield thee, proud Sir Troll !
Body and soul
Our spells have bound thee.
EGIL
Thrice, thrice.
Thrice around me !
Star-wise
Your steps surround me.
Now yield I me and pay my toll —
Body and soul
As ye have bound me.
[He lies down, pretending death ; each child places his foot
upon him, with a shout. At this he springs up, laugh-
ing, seizes a little boy and girl, and, seating himself on
a log, places them on his knees. The others cluster
about himJ]
Ha, sirrah ! is this maid thy sister ?
THE LITTLE BOY
She's mine.
Yes,
EGIL
What wouldst thou do if I should steal her ?
FENRIS, THE WOLF loy
THE LITTLE BOY
Fd kill you.
EGIL
Ha ! wouldst let him ?
THE LITTLE GIRL
He is my brother.
Oh, of course ;
EGIL
Tis a brother's right
To kill, I see.
THE LITTLE GIRL
In play, you know.
EGIL
In play.
THE CHILDREN
Come play ! Come play !
EGIL
What now ?
THE CHILDREN
\SeverallyJ\
Fox and wild geese !
Glass-mountain, Spinning-fairy, Cat-skin, Crows,
Frog-bridegroom !
THE LITTLE GIRL
/ know what !
EGIL
\^Takes both her hands y smiling^
Well, what ?
I08 FEN R IS, THE WOLF
THE LITTLE GIRL
ril be
Red Riding-hood> and you shall be the wolf.
\^Egii drops her hands and rises^
THE LITTLE BOY
I*m the good hunter and these are my men.
EGIL
[ Vassal-like to the little boy^
Beseech you,, sir, may I not play your part ?
Fd fam be the good hunter.
THE LITTLE BOY
Granted, earl.
Fd famer be the wolf.
\To the children^
Come ! gather your flowers.
EGIL
And when you've filled your laps and aprons up
With wind-flowers and arbutus, bring them here.
Mind ! 'tis our lady Thordis' wedding-day.
THE CHILDREN
[Running from the little boy^
The wolf! the wolf!
\Passing left into the wood, they are seen for some time gath-
ering flowers and watching, in their game, the stealthy
approachments of the little boyJ]
EGIL
O freedom ! happy world !
FEATRIS, THE IVOLF 109
Hark, how they laugh, with bubbling undersong
Sweetening the over-choir of the birds.
And I — I, too, can laugh ; can loose my soul
Free-wing*d into the open with a cry
Unfettered as a lark.
{^Looking up into the tree- tops, he laughs again,']
O rarest laughter !
O medicine of the long-languish'd mind !
O welling of the heart's sweet waters up.
Washing the acid tang of cynic woe
Sere from the spirit's lips. O benison
Of innocence ! And have I lived before
This hour ? Is not this day creation's dawn i
\Flinging himself upon the dankJ]
These children, with their lifted flowerlike faces.
These flowers, with their dewy childlike eyes,
These parting vapours on the golden hills.
Yea, all these leaves of little twinkling grass
Whose roots strike down to tears of yesterday —
Now shine like things immaculate, new-born.
And I, and they, like issue of one mother.
The offspring of an universal birth.
Oh, what exceeding power hath loveliness
For her beholder !
[ Where he lies thus rapt in the sylvan landscape, the first
sunlight breaks through the wood, and by it the Shadow
of a man is thrown sharply, from the left, across the re-
clining form of Egii, At the same time, from the right,
is heard Arfi's voice , singing,]
no FENRIS, THE WOLF
THE VOICE OF ARFI
Thy heart, love, give or take
Or cast away ;
Mine shall not break
Forever and a day ;
For lovers kiss their mates where thoughts are kind.
Love lives within the mind — the mind — the mind.
[^Slowly having risen to his feet, Egii perceives the human
shadow and starts, 1
EGIL
Yorul!
[The shadow recedes, left, from the scene ^
Yorul, stay !
Come back !
THE VOICE OF ARFI
The redstart and the rose,
The clear sunrise,
What mortal knows
Their grace to immortalise ?
Seek them again, where Death can never find,
By love, within the mind — the enamour'd mind.
EGIL
It must not be. — Yorul ! — What, I
Was mad, who now am sane and innocent
Come back ! It shall not — Yorul !
THORDIS
\^CaUs outside^
Egil!
FENRIS, THE WOLF ill
EGIL
\^Pausing,']
She!
\_Enter, right, Thordis and Arfi. They are dressed in,
white, the dwarf being quaintly garlanded. They are
followed by Wuldor. Thordis goes gaily toward Egil^
extending both her handsj]
THORDIS
Deserter ! runagate ! — Look, Arfi, here's
Our truant brought to bay. And will not yield !
And will not even surrender up his eyes
To his imploring gaolers. — O proud brother !
Not even a hand-clasp in return for all
Thy struck-off shackles ?
[^Taking her hands, he still looks off leftJ]
EGIL
Lady!
THORDIS
Still no eyes
For mortals } Quite enamoured of a wood-sprite ?
Alas ! weVe broke a tryst and she has flown !
Call her: perchance she'll hear.
EGIL
\Looking upon Thordis^
Lady ! —
\^Quickly ^en turning away, speaks under his breath to
WuldorA
A word,
A word !
112 FENRISy THE WOLF
ARFI
He's deeply moved.
THORDIS
He's deeply changed.
Saw you his eyes when they turned full on me,
And he said, " Lady " ? There were tears in them,
Tears, and yet through them glowed the ancient fire,
Not now in wrath, but tenderness.
EGIL
\_Astde to Wuldor,']
Overtake him ;
The oath he swore to Egil — tell him — Egil
Now countermands. Bid him do nothing ; go !
\^Watches Wuldor off^ left Arfiy quietly looking at him,
speaks to Thordis,']
ARFI
You love him dearly ?
THORDIS
Very dearly.
EGIL
Thordis, your hands again !
ARFI
[Smiling,']
Have you despatched
Brother,
Wuldor to find the lady wood-sprite ?
?
FENRIS, THE WOLF 113
EGIL
Friends,
Were we less deeply known to one another,
And chiefly I to you — what thing I was,
What now, perchance, am grown — well, I suppose
'Twere custom, were it not ? to wreathe our lips
With honey-blossoms of superfluous
Congratulation : you are to be wed,
And I am free, and my emancipation
Owes all itself to you. — " Heaven be with you ! "
" I thank you well," " Joy is to me ! " — But these
Things being said, and rung with all the chimes
Of truth, I beg of you let now these hands
Speak the unsaid remainder for our hearts
In silence.
[7%<? three hold hands, "]
ARFI
[After a pause^
Vaster powers than we have wrought
This friendship. Whom the gods join hand in hand
Their fates thenceforth are mingled.
THORDIS
[Loosening her hands with a laugh.]
So, dear lord.
Be merry !
ARFI
[Speaks loWy with a smileJ]
Have I not divinest reason ?
This is the place.
114 FENRISy THE WOLF
THORDIS
Arfi ! The sacred pool ?
ARFI
The pool of Freyja — there! The wood-folk call it
Her mirror, for they say that once i' the year,
Ever at May-day, the fresh goddess comes
To sit beside it with her elves, whilst they
Comb her bright hair.
THORDIS
And then she peers within it ?
r
ARFI
As you do now. — Sweetest, good-bye !
THORDIS
Good-bye ?
But where are you going ?
ARFI
The wood pathway to heaven.
I'm going to hasten that laggard priest, your father.
To make him make you mine.
EGIL
Stop ! You're alone.
ARFI
Well?
EGIL
\Etnbarrassed^
Will it be now ?
FENRIS, THE WOLF 115
ARFI
Am I not written large
With bridal runes ? Hang not these garlands thick
As invocations from an inn-house gable ?
" Here light ye down, fair guests ! Light down, light
down,
Dear lady, at the sign of the * Green Bridegroom / ' *' —
Farewell, sweetheart. This day is clothed in green
For joy. I will return with Ingimund
As swift as longing.
EGIL
Stay ; we must be wise.
You must not leave me here alone with her.
ARFI
Why } Are you not my brother }
EGIL
I am he
Who vowed against you hatred and revenge.
ARFI
Also you are my brother.
EGIL
I am he
That with a brutish fang struck at your life.
ARFI
Good-bye, dear brother.
Il6 FENRIS, THE WOLF
EGIL
Wait! Was I not then
Your brother — then ? Will not a brother lust ?
A brother covet ? Are not beauty, grace,
Lures to a brother's eyes ? Are brothers' souls
By nature kin ? Or is that name a spell
To render heart and mind innocuous
That else might murder, ravish ? Oh, be not
So rash as put your trust in me because
I am your brother.
ARFI
[Returning to Egil^ embraces him^
Lad, keep this with you.
I would not be so rash as not to trust
In you a power more august than yourself
For all the joy and honour which this day
Holds out to me. — Adieu I This day is joy's.
\Exit^ rightJ]
EGIL
Now we're alone. How is it with you — sister }
THORDIS
Strangely, my brother ; how is it with you ?
EGIL
OGod!
How many waking dawns and desperate nights
Have I, in sharp imagination, moaned
For this sweet hour, to stand — as now
I stand — alone with you, in liberty.
FEJVRIS, THE WOLF 117
THORDIS
And now that time has come.
\^She reaches to him her hand; he does not take it.']
EGIL
Now it is come,
But ah ! how sternly different is this truth
From all I dreamed. Can this be freedom ? See !
What hangs upon these arms ? They wear no chains.
Why, then, do they not catch you breathless up
And bear you hence in rapture ?■ In your eyes —
Lo ! veilless I behold your virgin soul !
And yet she does not fly, nor I pursue.
THORDIS
What should she fear ?
EGIL
What should she not ? — These eyes
Renouncing hers ; these hands that dare not press
Her vesture's hem, lest they consume like coals
That robfed sanctuary ; these desires
That burn around her like the hedge X)f flames
Round Brunhild's bower ; this waiting dawn, this hush
And solitary wood — What fear ? Herself,
Herself that, all resolved to beauty, breathes
Herself unto these eyes, these hands, this dawn.
These leash'd desires !
THORDIS
You love me, you would say.
Why should you not ?
?
Il8 FENR/Sy THE WOLF
EGIL
I have renounced you.
THORDIS
Me,
But not your love for me. Surely that still
Is happiness.
EGIL
Why, yes, I must be happy ;
For this is pain, and pain is very sweet
To those who love ; and this is bitter sweet
To breathe the name of " sister " 'gainst your cheek
Where but so late the sigh of "sweetheart'* stole
Warm from my brother's lips. — O lure and vision !
Do you not see ? I have climbed up to you
Out of the rank abyss ; this is the verge :
One word, one look, from you must hurl me back,
Or save me.
THORDIS
Look.
EGIL
How have you dared to trust me ?
THORDIS
When have we ever ceased to trust you }
EGIL
"We"?
THORDIS
Arfi and I. Oh, he is very wise.
His judgment is as gracious as a child's
That in the wonderland of its own wisdom
Imagines nothing baser than itself.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 1 19
EGIL
But I am baser.
THORDIS
Hath it proved so ?
EGIL
\_After a pause."]
No!
No ; thanks to you and him and my own pain,
It shall not prove so. This at last is power
And innocence ; this — this at last is freedom.
Now when I clasp your hand I clasp his also —
My saviour's ; now beneath your face, for shrine,
I will confess my spirit to you both,
For are you not my gods } You have created
My heaven and hell, and builded my path heavenward.
Now from your eyes nothing — nothing within
This heart shall be concealed.
THORDIS
\_SmiHngJ]
What then is your secret ?
\^0n the edge of the scene ^ lefty unobserved by them^ reappears
the human Shadow.]
My secret }
EGIL
\ Slowly rises.]
120 FENRIS, THE IVOLF
THORDIS
Come, sit with me on this bank,
And I will be a listening stream, a bird,
An opening flower, to overhear you.
\He follows and sits beside her ; the Shadow slowly moves
toward them,']
EGIL
But —
THORDIS
That thought which falters now behind your lips.
EGIL
I have no thought which hides from you.
\_The Shadow moves between them, Egil starts up with
a cry,]
Again it falls upon me I
Again I
1
THORDIS
What ?
EGIL
Tis gone.
What's gone ?
THORDIS
EGIL
It is no matter.
FENRISy THE WOLF I2I
THORDIS
A surprise !
I see : a wedding-day surprise for us.
EGIL
No, but a lie. I lied to you. Last night
I told you I renounced you, but I lied.
THORDIS
Egil!
EGIL
It was the music, the harp-demon ;
It blinded and then tempted me ; it lured me
To obtain my freedom falsely. But to-day.
This morning when my body fetterless
Roamed in this wood-side, and the little children
Climbed over me in laughter, and I too
Laughed with them, and all nature laughed and echoed
" Thou art emancipated ! " — I was healed ;
Then I was healed and now all's well again ;
All's well ; no harm shall come to him.
THORDIS
To whom }
I do not understand.
EGIL
You have no need ;
I claim your own assurance. Will you trust me ?
THORDIS
So well that, now you have put your secret by,
I will tell mine.
122 FENR/S, THE WOLF
EGIL
What secret can you have
For me ?
THORDIS
You have been wicked ; so perhaps
Have I.
EGIL
You!
THORDIS
[^Showing her handJ]
Look ! look there.
EGIL
A scar.
THORDIS
The mark
Of fangs.
EGIL
What thing has dared to give you pain ?
THORDIS
Have you forgot ?
EGIL
Ah me ! I had forgot.
Cannot you, too, forget ?
THORDIS
I would not ; that's
My secret. Yes, this scar is dear to me.
EGIL
That sign of blasphemy, of him — the werewolf —
FENRIS^ THE WOLF 1 23
THORDIS
Is dear to me.
EGIL
Thordis !
THORDIS
I loved the wolf.
It was a life to nourish and protect,
A being alien and mysterious,
Yearning and captive. It was terrible,
And yet so eager, swift, and passionate
It fascinated me. It was ignoble.
Cruel, yet infinite of promise ; cunning,
Malicious, yet beautifully animate.
Sublimely animal.
EGIL
O pain !
THORDIS
To take it
Into my bosom, foster its wild growth
From hour to hour, to watch from day to day
The fierce light of its eyes glow deeper, milder,
To nestle it only to set it free — these joys
Were pangs to me.
EGIL
[^Law.']
Have pity !
THORDIS
Then it was
So lordly, so imperious of strength.
124 FEATRIS, THE WOLF
In grace so sinuous, in pride so ardent —
Who had not been enamoured of it ?
EGIL
Cease !
It wrought some monstrous spell to make you wanton.
THORDIS
If that be wantonness which fain would take
No joy of loving but the giving joy.
EGIL
But for that beast you turned your thoughts from
Arfi?
THORDIS
You do not understand ; Arfi and I
Are one ; it needs no murmured wedding vows
To make us that. But I am beautiful,
And all who look upon me love to press
Nearer and touch my gown, and when I pass
I feel the ruddy mantling of their cheeks
And the wild admiration start ; and these
Are joys to Arfi as to me, and we
Return their love.
EGIL
Even so you loved me ?
THORDIS
No,
More than all those, for you alone of those
Had need of me. — And so you have my secret.
I fear indeed it is a wicked one ;
FENRISy THE WOLF 125
For I have been like a too-doting nurse
That lets her heart hang backward in regret
And whispers her loved one, " Grow, but do not leave
me ! "
EGIL
For what then have I grown, O gods ?
THORDIS
For this :
To be yourself, and free of that nurse-bondage.
EGIL
Free ! but alone, adrift ! Oh, take me back
Into the bosom of your care. Once more
Nestle me there, the wild thing !
THORDIS
That once more
So you might struggle for your freedom ? Nay,
The wild thing now is dead.
\_Enter WuldoTy left; he goes to £gi7,']
WULDOR
I cannot speak
With him. When I approached, he fled from me,
Silent. I called, but both his hands he pressed
Over his ears, and silently among
The trees eluded me.
EGIL
J[Seizing Wuidor's wrists^ speaks huskily.']
I have not willed this ;
They cannot lay this crime on me — these gods.
126 FEISTRIS, THE WOLF
For I have annulled it, I have cancelled it.
Come here, look in my heart ; is it not clean ?
Woe thou mayest see there, yearning, pain, but not —
Say, canst thou see there — murder ? Answer not,
But go ! What will come will come ; what have I
To do with it ? Go, go, I say.
[Exit WuldoTy right, looking darkly, "]
THORDIS
You are ill,
Your gestures — they are wild.
EGIL
Why should they not be }
The wild thing is not dead, but is exalted.
Gods, why should we, your hinds, coin and devise
Dreams of emancipation ! We are quibblers
And hypocrites, damned, every slave of us.
To hug our chains in secret Rather than
Acknowledge what we are, the mind outwits
The heart, the heart hoodwinks the mind, the tongue
Cajoles and counterplots them both, while truth —
[Breaks into laughter,']
THORDIS
Tell me the truth.
EGIL
Again } Another version ?
Why, listen then : I love you ; not in the awful,
Serene idea of self-sacrifice,
But passion, which of right demands return
FENRISy THE WOLF 127
Of passion, nature's just and ancient barter.
I want you ; I demand you — all yourself.
I offer all myself.
THORDIS
What of your brother ?
EGIL
I ask you nothing which he does not ask.
He offers nothing which I do not offer.
There was a difference between us once,
Not now.
THORDIS
Hath he not made you what you are ?
EGIL
Yes, he and you.
THORDIS
And in requital now
You would seduce his bride ?
EGIL
No, not seduce ;
Demand. Yes, though I seem to rave, I speak
Love and conviction. Judge me, dear my lady.
You chose between us brothers when we were
Contrasted in our souls as some meek bard
Of pity, with a beast. Look on us now
Again, before it be too late, and choose
Between us now.
THORDIS
I have chosen once for all.
128 FENRISy THE WOLF
EGIL
But have you chosen blindly ?
[Points into the woodJ\
Do you see,
By yonder pine, that wild crab-apple tree ?
THORDIS
I see a tree just bursting into flower.
EGIL
Is not it beautiful ?
THORDIS
Tis ravishing.
EGIL
Last winter, had you passed, you might have seen it
Writhing its frozen limbs there like a thing
Accurst, all pinched and scrambled by the pangs
Of screaming winds ; you would have shrunk from it
Beneath the verdurous pine, in whose sad boughs
The same winds sung like voices of tuned lyres.
THORDIS
It may be so.
EGIL
Yet now behold it, now !
A pale-rose pyre of fragrance and of flame.
Wherein, like sacrificial spirits, sit
The tawny and vermilion birds, and strike
Their silvery chants in unison, and hung
Amid the tangled bloom, in murmurous choirs.
The blazing gold bees shrill their mellow horns.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 129
Look, Thordis, look again ! If you were Freyja,
Herself, goddess of spring, which would you choose
For shelter now, and joy ?
THORDIS
[^Gazing at himJ]
Ah me!
EGIL
If spring —
If spring and the sweet south can so transform,
What cannot love ? Your warmth, your breath, your
soul.
Soft on my numbness, my deformity,
Breathed, and I sprung — a burning tree of bloom —
Beside you. Have you eyes for flights unseen ?
Hearing for choirs unheard ? Here, too, beside you
Fierce swarms of golden fancies work in song
The fecund pollen of my passion, here
A thousand bird-wing*d visions nest them down
Into the heart of me, to chant your praise.
You that have so transformed me, you repulse me
Now?
\^En^r righty in the backgroundy Arfi; he pauses unseen,']
THORDIS
Take your eyes from mine.
EGIL
You love me ; you
Who fostered me, the wild thing, love me still.
My secret scar is on you ; you are mine,
Not bis.
K
I30 FENRISy THE WOLF
THORDIS
Oh, leave me !
EGIL
Yet you seize my hand.
THORDIS
Leave me, leave me !
EGIL
Yet you take me to your heart.
THORDIS
A myriad loves the heart hath, but one mate.
Once only may the cry of soul and body
Be answered ; the great need can be but once.
EGIL
Now is the great need come.
THORDIS
How may we know ?
EGIL
I am your being's master. If his soul
Were listening to us now, I would cry out :
" I have outgrown thee, brother. What thou art
I am and more, for I have wrung from thee
Thy potent mind, and forged it to my passions
To make a lordlier instrument. Mine, therefore.
Not thine, the ordained need of her. Mine ! "
FEJSTRISy THE WOLF 131
THORDIS
Love me !
\^He kisses her. Arfi moves into the thicket and disappears.
Thordis, putting Egil from her^ draws a dagger upon
herself,'\
Ah, my betrayer ! It is ended.
EGIL
\Seizing the knife from her."]
No;
You shall not choose so. If that name indeed
Be mine, keep silence now, while I avenge
The kiss of thy seducer.
J[As he turns the knife upon himself Thordis cries out."]
THORDIS
Egil!
EGIL
Love!
[^Springing to her, beside the pool, he recoils^
Impending image ! persecuting shape !
Depart.
THORDIS
Alas ! are we both mad ?
EGIL
Remove
The prying horror of thine eyes. Not now —
At this the utmost instant of my joy
Intrude not now.
132 FEI^RIS, THE WOLF
THORDIS
Whom do you speak to ?
EGIL
[Staring past Thordis into the pool^
There !
Look, we have murdered him. It comes to tell us ;
It points at thee, to say thou, too, art guilty.
We have betrayed and killed him, thou and I.
See, see ! It kneels and craves our sanction. — Rise,
Remorseless shadow ! Go ! I give it thee.
[He hurls the dagger into the pool. As he staggers back,
Thordis rests his head on her shoulderJ]
THORDIS
Peace, brain and heart !
VOICES
[Far awayy right, sing,"]
How should the bed, the bridal bed,
Freyja, be spread ?
Pine garlands at the foot, rose garlands at the head.
EGIL
Is it gone ?
THORDIS
Nothing is there.
Rest, rest, poor dreamer !
FENRIS, THE WOLF 133
THE VOICES
iSing.']
What on the maid, the bride and maid,
Freyja, be laid ?
The rose's innocence, ere those fresh garlands fade.
EGIL
Hark ! the bridal virgins !
[^TTiordis shrinks from him,']
Stay, Thordis ; now the awful need is come.
While yet we are alone in the great silence.
Now, now, before they find it, pale and red.
Heaped in the path of roses, now — be mine.
THORDIS
Freyja, help me ! Freyja, goddess and maiden !
EGIL
His soul descends upon us both, and seals
This act with blood of sacrifice. His blood
Our nuptial rite hath reddened.
THORDIS
Save me !
EGIL
Hush!
This is the vernal god, the appalling arm
That clasped the world i* the primal age, and
moaned —
" Let there be life ! " — Hush, love ; do not you hear
The stealing saps stir through the forest, feel
134 FENRISy THE WOLF
The seeking joys of all wild, mating things
Throb in their blood and ours, their kindred, —
THORDIS
\JBreaking from him^
Help!
Help, Arfi !
\Sh£ escapes^ rights into the wood. As Egil pursues her^ there
steps from the thicket^ into his path ^ Arfi, Egil pauses, '\
EGIL
May the dead be summoned back
To curse us with forgiveness ? — Spirit, be stern
And not compassionate. Come in your wounds.
Fell and disfigured, not benignly thus.
Oh, not your love — your vengeance ! Not your love !
[^Shields his eyes with his arms. As he does so, Affi, with
a serene gesture^ is about to speak^ when from the thicket
Yorul springs silently out and stabs him, Arfi falls
motionless ; Yorul withdraws. Slowly Egil looks againJ]
Yea, now thou hast resumed thy murder-garment,
And hast drawn on thy bridal-robe of wounds,
And laid thee at my feet in vengeance. Now
This is indeed thy vengeance — brother! master!
[^Stocps beside the body,"]
VOICES OF THE VIRGINS
[^Sing, near."]
What o'er the man the maid shall wed,
Freyja, be shed ?
The pine's immortal breath, ere those green boughs
are dead.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 135
\_Starting up, fearful^ Egil hales the body toward the left, but
having reached the centre pauses, as the laughter of chil-
dren rises in the way before him. Turning, he is drag-
ging the body doTvn scene, when the children, scampering
in, left, with their aprons and baskets full of wild
flowers, run towards him. Finger on lip, he motions
them silence : their laughter and shouts die away, awed."]
EGIL
He is asleep ; the bridegroom is asleep.
Scatter your wild flowers over him. Look, he smiles,
He'll laugh when he awakes and sees them, — Soft !
THE CHILDREN
[ Whispering, gather in a circle and, pleased as at some game
of mystery, heap the flowers upon Arfi, and sing low ^
Flowers bring
And fairy numbers !
Sweet Spring
His spirit cumbers.
Still be highhole ! still be thrush 1
Hush! hush!
Now he slumbers.
\Trectding softly, with covert laughter and ^^ hushes, ^^ the
children steal away. Heaped over the body of Arfi and
completely concealing it, they have left behind them a
great pile of arbutus, violets, and other flowers. Some
of these Egil is replacing more carefully, when the pile
is shaken from within, and up through it rises the form
<2/'Baldur. Dazzled, Egil kneels^
136 FENRIS, THE WOLF
BALDUR
Hailf brother !
EGIL
Art thou sunlight, or a voice ?
BALDUR
This is the word of Odin !
\Egil sinks prostrate. 1^
If the wolf
Seduce to his desire his brother's bride,
He shall be lord with her of heaven and earth
And hell, and by their passion the serene
And stablished beacons of the gods shall be
Eclipsed in night, anarchical and void,
Where, staggering with lust, the blinded world
Reels back to chaos and the primal dark.
EGIL
\Hiding his face ^
And if the wolf renounce her ?
BALDUR
He shall perish,
Slain by his own self-mastery, and all
The spirits of light, freed from that awful dread.
Shall strew his chamel, singing.
EGIL
Ah ! but she —
FENRIS, THE WOLF 137
BALDUR
She falters yet ; she hangs upon his will.
The lure of imperfection is the sin
Of gods, the lure of godhood that of mortals.
She wavers still.
EGIL
Bright shadow, golden voice,
Say what thou art.
BALDUR
Baldur, the son of Odin.
EGIL
[^Starts up.2
Then I — .?
BALDUR
Fenris, the wolf-god !
[^He sinks again into the flowers^ and is goneI\
EGIL
Ah ! the dream !
The dream is true ; the truth is visionary.
\From the left, two or three of the children return from the
wood, and stand silent. From the right, the lutes and
pipes of the bridal procession grow louder, and shortly
enter the virgins, Ingimund, Thordis, Wuldor^ and
others, cts Egil still stands lost in soliloquy?^
" And there, in slumber, even as mortals dream,
Slumbering, that they are bright, immortal gods,
You shall be mortals, and shall walk as men,
Forgetful of your immortality."
138 FENRIS, THE WOLF
THORDIS
Was not he with you, father ?
INGIMUND
He went before
A little space, to greet you first. — My child,
Why do you cling to me ?
EGIL
\Approaching AerJ]
Goddess and maiden !
THORDIS
He's mad. Save us ! We both are mad.
INGIMUND
Thy brother.
Where is he ?
EGIL
Father, he hath gone before
A little space, but left thy word with me.
INGIMUND
Afy word ?
EGIL
The word of truth.
[^A little girl, moving back some of the flowers y has disclosed
the dead body of Arfi, blood-stained, '\
THE LITTLE GIRL
He's Still asleep.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 139
THORDIS
\_Goes to it with a cryJX
Arfi!
WULDOR
I thought it, Ingimund ; he's murdered.
INGIMUND
His bane ! What hand struck this ?
EGIL
Lo, I will tell ;
The dream must end. Thou saidest : He shall perish,
And all the spirits of light, freed from that dread.
Shall strew his charnel, singing.
INGIMUND
Madman ! Thou —
YORUL
[^Entering from the thicket.]
I murdered him.
THORDIS
\Starting up from the dody.'\
Yorul !
* YORUL
[Showing dagger,]
His blood is here.
EGIL
Yet shall the dreamers wake, the truth prevail.
I40 FENRIS, THE WOLF
YORUL
Twa«I! This hand —
EGIL
And sbaU that hand pot oat
The beacons of the gods with primal dark.
And hurl the blinded world to chaos ?
THORDIS
Egil!
Thou art innocent ! Oh, in this blank of death
That truth remains.
EGIL
[Turning upon YoruLl
Scourge and seductor !
INGIMUND
iTo Egii.-]
Speak !
Hath this man done this deed ?
EGIL
[SlowiyJ]
Yes ; it was Yorul.
\^Yoruiis seizedJ]
ACT FOURTH
ACT IV
Scene : The rune-stone.
A white-rose bush, beside it, in bloom ; aflame on the altar;
sunset.
Enter Egil, alone.
EGIL
Put it away? To put all from me — all —
Or else despoil ! Renounce, or with a kiss
Consume the bright seduction ! Mar — relinquish,
In either path, to suffer ; yet to see
Myself at last for what I am, to know
The mexorable bars, the nudging rafters.
The starry lych-gate and the pit of tears
Of this my soul and penthouse. — And the escape !
To know that I — myself the miracle
I worshipped — am a god, a sovereign lord
Of nature, powerful to make the bounds
And marches of the heaven my petty fiefs
Of mind, — yet what a god ! A clawed usurper,
That snatches from the shoulders of the gods
The green and azure cloth of summer-time.
This human tapestry of spring and harvest
Star-wrought with sanguine hearts and golden sheaves,
And tears it, tooth-meal, for a wolf's lair. — This,
143
144 FENRIS, THE WOLF
This also must have challenge : Might not Egil
Overmaster Fenris ? Can the mind overmaster
The wUl ?
\Supplicating the rune-stone^
O mystery, that made us two
Yet one, resolve thyself and this and seal it !
To put all, all away, or with a kiss consume ?
\_Pausingy he breaks a white rose, and holding it near and
nearer the altar -flame watches it — as though for a sign
— till it scorches; then snatching it back, extinguishes
the flame. While he is bending over thus, Thordis
enters, — in her hands a rope of twined arbutus-floivers.
All in white, she is very pale ; approaching behind Egil,
she watches over his shoulder the rose petals and the
flame. Suddenly, throwing the rope of arbutus over
his head, she winds it about him. Turning, he drops
the rose, and they gaze at each other, anguished^
EGIL
\After a silence^
Why have you left the body ?
THORDIS •
\Binding his arms down with the blossoms."]
I have come
To bring you back in chains to prison.
EGIL
Where —
THORDIS
I know a dungeon where the dead are not
FENRIS, THE WOLF 145
EGIL
Where — have you left the body ?
THORDIS
They are bringing
Their burden here.
EGIL
These flowers ?
THORDIS
Arbutus.
EGIL
Those ?
And you could weave of those this chain for me ?
THORDIS
Could weave a garland of a winding-sheet ?
I could ; I did ; and whilst I wove, I heard
Above my head the small birds singing " Horror,*'
And underfoot " Horror " the sweet grass sang ;
But in my bosom sung, " He loves me."
EGIL
Keep
From me, lest thou be scorched.
THORDIS
Was he not gentle.
Exalted, tender } Who that saw his smile
But thought " A star breaks " ? — Now for us all dark,
A shape of clay. Oh, why should sudden love
Come like the tempest, and blot out from skies
Of memory all golden yesterdays ?
146 FENRIS, THE WOLF
But SO it is ; the storm of thee shuts down
Over my world ; thy lightnings have put out
His smile.
EGIL
Is it not enough that I have spilled
His blood upon my soul, but must that, more,
Pollute the whiteness of a goddess' heart
And desecrate perfection ?
THORDIS
[ With a wan smile of pain^ drawing him with the arbutus
toward her,"]
Come — to prison.
EGIL
His blood, I said ; did you not hear ? Not Yorul —
/ murdered him !
THORDIS
You do not understand ;
It was not you ; 'twas I.
EGIL
The hand of Yorul
Stabbed him, but my intent.
THORDIS
You do not ask
Where Fve prepared your dungeon. — Come.
EGIL
Too late,
You precious chains ! I am free.
FENRIS, THE WOLF 147
THORDIS
Thy words again !
" Free, but alone, adrift ! " I hear thee still,
Forever, calling in thy need of me —
" O take me back, the wild thing ! " Come ! — I take
thee;
I nestle thee once more, a captive. Come,
Alone no more !
EGIL
It is too late. 'Tis he.
Your god and lover, whom they are bringing back
To claim you.
THORDIS
[ Clinging to him."]
Who shall claim me from your side ?
\^En^r a procession of folk, virgins, and children, bear-
ing a low bier, covered with a cloth of green, behind
which walks Yorul, bound, Ingimund, who enters
first, ascends, by the stone steps, the altar, before which
the bier is set down. While this is being borne, the
dirge continuesJ\
VIRGINS AND CHILDREN
\^Chant,'\
Heiri! heiri! heiri!
Othin ok iEsir !
\Jngimund signs to a priest to loosen the hands of Yorul,
who stands in front of the bierJ]
148 FENRISy THE WOLF
INGIMUND
Give him the cup. The murderer shall drink
The bane of murder.
[^The priest hands to Yorul a cup, which, as he raises it
quietly to his lips, is wrenched from his hand by Egil^
who embraces himJX
EGIL
My deliverer ! —
Brother, awake ! I give thee back thy bride.
\^0n the bier, the green cloth is thrown back, and Baldur,
risings steps upon the altar. Thordis gazes upon him^
This is my heart's desire — take it! 'tis yours.
BALDUR
Freyja !
THORDIS
\With a wild cry, going to himJ]
Baldur !
THE FOLK
\Prostrating themselves^
The gods ! the gods !
\Thordis and Ingimund, by Baldur' s side, are transfigured,
and a hedge of flowers and flame springs up before
the altar, encircling the three,"]
EGIL
[^Apart, drinks from the cupj]
To freedom !
[Baldur and Thordis, clinging to each other, look at J^gil.']
FENRIS, THE WOLF 149
YORUL
[Staring at Baldur^ speaks to Egil,"]
Whom, lord, dost thou name " brother " ?
EGIL
Him — and thee,
Both, for through me henceforward you are kindred.
Yorul ! my men, my liegemen ! you — you also
Conceived in chains and born in passion, you
Also, who from an immemorial brute
Rage for emancipation, oh, forget not
Your brother Fenris, him who was brought forth
A glorious miscarriage of the gods,
To be exalted to a man.
[He sinks upon the 3ierJ]
The chains !
Yorul — the chains !
[Striving to break the arbutus links ^ which hang loosely upon
him, he falls back."]
YORUL
Master !
ODIN
The wolf is tamed.
[In sudden fire, the gods disappear, leaving deep twilight.
Vague, the body of Egil lies dead on the bier.
ISO FENRIS, THE WOLF
Beside it^ amid the prostrate folk^ rising alone ^ stands
Yoruly with arms unreached toward the rune-stone,']
THE VIRGINS AND CHILDREN
\_Singing,'\
Heiri! heiri! heiril
Balthur ok Freyja!
[Far off, the ice-crown of the volcano flushes in the
afterglow^
FINIS
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