Ulric the Jarl: A Story of the Penitent Thief
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Stoddard William Osborn. Ulric the Jarl: A Story of the Penitent Thief
CHAPTER I. Around the Viking House-fire
CHAPTER II. The Going Out of the Ice
CHAPTER III. The Launching of "The Sword."
CHAPTER IV. The Ship "The Sword" and the Ice King
CHAPTER V. The Unknown Thing
CHAPTER VI. The Fall of the Ice King
CHAPTER VII. The Living Sand
CHAPTER VIII. The Saxon Shore
CHAPTER IX. The Taking of the Trireme
CHAPTER X. The Great Sacrifice of the Druids
CHAPTER XI. The Passing of Lars the Old
CHAPTER XII. Svein the Cunning Jarl
CHAPTER XIII. Hilda of the Hundred Years
CHAPTER XIV. The Jew and the Greek
CHAPTER XV. The Storm in the Middle Sea
CHAPTER XVI. The Dead God in Africa
CHAPTER XVII. The Murmuring of the Men
CHAPTER XVIII. The Evil Spirit on "The Sword."
CHAPTER XIX. In the Night and In the Fire
CHAPTER XX. Carmel and Esdraelon
CHAPTER XXI. The Rabbi from Nazareth
CHAPTER XXII. The Tomb Song of Sigurd
CHAPTER XXIII. In a Place Apart at Night
CHAPTER XXIV. The Passing of Oswald
CHAPTER XXV. The Messenger of the Procurator
CHAPTER XXVI. The Cunning of Julius
CHAPTER XXVII. The Lion and the Tiger
CHAPTER XXVIII. The Jarl and the Rabbi
CHAPTER XXIX. Beautiful as Aphrodite
CHAPTER XXX. The Javelin of Herod
CHAPTER XXXI. The Places of Sacrifice
CHAPTER XXXII. The Mob of Samaria
CHAPTER XXXIII. The House of Pontius the Spearman
CHAPTER XXXIV. The School of Gamaliel
CHAPTER XXXV. In the Court of the Women
CHAPTER XXXVI. The Secret Messenger
CHAPTER XXXVII. The House of Ben Ezra
CHAPTER XXXVIII. The Son of Abbas
CHAPTER XXXIX. The Passover Feast
CHAPTER XL "A Little While."
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Wulf the Skater brought true tidings to the house of Ulric, the son of Brander the Brave, on the day of Saturn. Winter was ending. The word passed on from house to house until all in the village came out and looked upward, seeking for the blue rift in the sky. The wind blew not now as in the morning. The north wind had gone elsewhere, and instead there came up from the south a breathing which was fitful and faint at first. It was cool, also, from having touched the frost faces on its way. Only one more hour went by and the sky was almost clear, so that the sun shone down unhindered and his heat was surprisingly strong.
The south wind grew warmer and more vigorous toward sunset, but with him now came a fog so dense that no man cared to go out into it; for if he did, it was as though darkness touched him. All through the evening the south wind sighed softly among the homes of the vikings, and went wandering up the fiords, and felt its way, shivering, across the flinty levels of the frozen sea, but toward the morning of the day of the sun the breeze brought with it, also, to help it, a copious warm rain. Before the noon torrents were leaping down the sides of the mountains and the sea was beginning to groan and heave and struggle in its effort to take off and put away its winter mail.
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Ulric took the oars and rowed to the place where he saw Hilda awaiting him, and she was alone. She had her staff in her hand and she was again tracing runes upon the sand. It was the spot where she had stood before the sacrifice was slain, and neither man nor woman would have dared to tread upon it until after the next tide. This, when it should come, would wash out the marks which had been made by Hilda. Ulric stepped out and drew up his boat and walked near her.
"I have sent for thee," she said, "to show thee a thing. Thou art ready, and thy ship. See to it that naught else be sent to her from the shore. None of the men must again set foot upon the land. Sail thou away this night, and linger not."
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