“He will be strong and well-shaped,” said Asa. “That I can tell already. And if he is blessed with a merry humor also, he will need no king’s name for women to fall ready victims to the snares he will lay for them. My son Are was such a man, though his talent brought him bad luck. Women could not resist him when he winked at them and took them by their plaits. I have heard them confess as much with their own lips. He had laughing eyes and a humor that was never clouded, and was the best of all my sons after Orm; and I pray that God may never allow you, Ylva, to know such grief as I knew when he came to bad luck because of his skill at love-making and went the way to Miklagard and never came back.”
“That is my wish, too,” said Ylva. “Though, now that I think about it, I would rather that my son had his way with women than that he should stand tongue-tied in their presence and never dare to chance his luck with them.”
“You need have no fear of that,” said Orm. “There is little bashfulness in his ancestry.”
They now began to make great preparations for their son’s christening feast, to which many guests were to be invited; for word of it was to be sent to all good people for miles around. It was Orm’s wish that there should be no stint of anything, whether baked, brewed, or slaughtered; for he was anxious that these forest people should have the opportunity to see what happened when a chieftain held open house for three whole days. All the eating and drinking was to take place in the church, because there was more room there than in any of the other buildings; then on the third day, when all the guests were merry and replete, Father Willibald would preach them a sermon, after which, Orm doubted not, many of them would offer themselves for baptism.
At first Father Willibald flatly refused to allow a feast to be held in his church, because of the rowdiness and blasphemy that would certainly accompany such an occasion, especially since he had just completed his altar and had carved a fine cross to stand upon it. In the end, however, the consideration that many souls might thereby be won over to the true religion overcame his scruples and he consented. Two things troubled Ylva: first, she was anxious that the ale should not be brewed too strong, since their guests were, many of them, wild folk, and women as well as men would be sitting at the tables; and secondly, she could not make up her mind whether to wear her gold chain or whether it might not perhaps be wiser to keep this hidden.
“For the last time it appeared at a feast,” she said, “swords were bared; and the greed for gold is even greater in these parts than it was at Jellinge.”
“My advice is that you shall wear it,” said Orm. “For I want men to see that you are superior to other women; and you will gain little joy from it if you keep it always locked in a chest.”
The whole household now began to busy itself with preparations for the feast. There was great brewing and baking, and every day Orm fingered the flesh of his slaughter-beasts and had them fattened further.
One day a man came out of the forest from the south with two pack-horses and rode toward the house, where they welcomed him warmly and bade him enter. His name was Ole; he was an old man, and had for many years wandered from house to house throughout the forest country peddling skins and salt, for which reason he was called Salt-Ole and was well known everywhere. No one ever offered him violence, though he always traveled alone, for he was cloven-minded and was held to be different from other men; but he knew all there was to be known about skins and was difficult to deceive, and was always welcomed for his salt in such houses as could afford to indulge in such an extravagant luxury. The great hounds bayed as he approached; but he and his old horses paid no heed to their noise. He remained at the door, however, refusing to cross the threshold, until they had assured him that the priest was not in the house, for of him he was terrified.
“Our priest is no wolf or bear,” said Asa reprovingly as, with her own hands, she set food before him. “But in any case he is out today fishing with Rapp, so you will not have to meet him. A wise man like you ought not to be afraid of a priest of God. But you are welcome none the less; sit you here and eat, old man. You are particularly welcome with your salt just now, for our stock is nearly at an end, and we shall need more than a little to see us through this christening feast if Orm is to have everything as he wants it. It is his wish that every guest shall have a three-finger pinch of white salt to dip his food in, not merely for his meat and sausage, but for his porridge also, though most folk would say that this was going too far, even for people of our position, and that butter and honey ought to be good enough flavoring for porridge even at the greatest feast.”
The old man sat guzzling sour milk, breaking bread into it, and shaking his head at Asa’s talk.
“There is nothing like salt,” he said. “A man should eat all the salt he can. It gives health and strength and long life. It drives bad things from the body and makes the blood good and fresh. Everybody likes salt. Watch this, now!”
The twins were standing hand in hand, gazing earnestly at the old man as he ate and talked. He took two pieces of salt from his belt and held them out toward the children, making a cheerful clucking noise with his tongue. They approached him hesitantly, but at length accepted the crystals and began at once to suck them.
“You see!” cried the old man, hugely jubilant. “Nobody can say no to salt.”
But when he had finished eating and had drunk a cup of ale and been asked for news, and Ylva was ready to argue a price for his wares, it transpired that he had in fact practically no salt left in his bags; none at all of the white, which was called emperor’s salt, and which Orm wanted for his feast, and only a little of the brown.
Asa shook her fist at him. “You should have told us this at the beginning,” she said, “and I would have given you a different welcome. But it is as I have always said: old men, trolls, and old bullocks, one gets no reward for stuffing them with food.”
Ole, however, was by now full and contented, and said that every disappointment brought consolation in its wake. “For there are other peddlers on their way here,” he said. “I passed them yesterday while they were resting at Gökliden; eleven men, fourteen horses, and a boy. They had nails in their sacks, and cloth and salt. They had come up through the Long Stocks, they told me, and were heading for Smaland. I did not know them, though I have sometimes thought that I knew all people; but I am growing old, and new ones get born. But of this I am sure, that they will visit you, for their chieftain inquired about you, Orm.”
Orm had been taking his midday nap in his room, but had now come out to join the others and listen to the old man’s gossip.
“About me?” said Orm. “Who was he?”
“His name is Östen of öre, and he comes from the Finnveding country, but has never been in these parts before. He said he had spent many years at sea, but had invested all his gains in the wares he was carrying, so as to be able to return home still richer.”
“Why did he ask about me?” said Orm.
“He had heard men speak of you as a rich and famous man, such as peddlers like to visit. He had, besides, silver ornaments in his sacks, he told me, and good arrows and bow-sinews.”
“Did he ask about anyone else?” said Orm.
“He wanted to know what other great men there were in the district who would be likely to buy his wares without haggling and complaining about the price. But most of the time he asked about you, because he had heard that you were the richest.”
Orm sat for a while in silence, looking thoughtful.
“Eleven men?” he said.
“And a boy,” replied the old man, “a small one. Such fine wares as he carries need good men to guard them. The boy was there to help with the horses.”
“No doubt,” said Orm. “None the less, it is a good thing to be warned in advance when strangers come in such strength.”