The Waif Woman

The Waif Woman, by Robert
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Title: The Waif Woman
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson

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Language: English
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Transcribed from the 1916 Chatto & Windus edition by David Price,
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THE WAIF WOMAN
BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
LONDON CHATTO & WINDUS 1916
First Edition, October, 1916. Second Edition, October, 1916.
This unpublished story, preserved among Mrs. Stevenson's papers, is
mentioned by Mr. Balfour in his life of Stevenson. Writing of the fables
which Stevenson began before he had left England and "attacked again,
and from time to time added to their number" in 1893, Mr. Balfour says:
"The reference to Odin [Fable XVII] perhaps is due to his reading of
the Sagas, which led him to attempt a tale in the same style, called 'The
Waif Woman.'"

THE WAIF WOMAN A CUE--FROM A SAGA
This is a tale of Iceland, the isle of stories, and of a thing that befell in
the year of the coming there of Christianity.
In the spring of that year a ship sailed from the South Isles to traffic,
and fell becalmed inside Snowfellness. The winds had speeded her; she
was the first comer of the year; and the fishers drew alongside to hear
the news of the south, and eager folk put out in boats to see the
merchandise and make prices. From the doors of the hall on Frodis
Water, the house folk saw the ship becalmed and the boats about her,
coming and going; and the merchants from the ship could see the
smoke go up and the men and women trooping to their meals in the
hall.
The goodman of that house was called Finnward Keelfarer, and his
wife Aud the Light-Minded; and they had a son Eyolf, a likely boy, and
a daughter Asdis, a slip of a maid. Finnward was well-to-do in his
affairs, he kept open house and had good friends. But Aud his wife was

not so much considered: her mind was set on trifles, on bright clothing,
and the admiration of men, and the envy of women; and it was thought
she was not always so circumspect in her bearing as she might have
been, but nothing to hurt.
On the evening of the second day men came to the house from sea.
They told of the merchandise in the ship, which was well enough and to
be had at easy rates, and of a waif woman that sailed in her, no one
could tell why, and had chests of clothes beyond comparison, fine
coloured stuffs, finely woven, the best that ever came into that island,
and gewgaws for a queen. At the hearing of that Aud's eyes began to
glisten. She went early to bed; and the day was not yet red before she
was on the beach, had a boat launched, and was pulling to the ship. By
the way she looked closely at all boats, but there was no woman in any;
and at that she was better pleased, for she had no fear of the men.
When they came to the ship, boats were there already, and the
merchants and the shore folk sat and jested and chaffered in the stern.
But in the fore part of the ship, the woman sat alone, and looked before
her sourly at the sea. They called her Thorgunna. She was as tall as a
man and high in flesh, a buxom wife to look at. Her hair was of the
dark red, time had not changed it. Her face was dark, the cheeks full,
and the brow smooth. Some of the merchants told that she was sixty
years of age and others laughed and said she was but forty; but they
spoke of her in whispers, for they seemed to think that she was ill to
deal with and not more than ordinary canny.
Aud went to where she sat and made her welcome to Iceland.
Thorgunna did the honours of the ship. So for a while they carried it on,
praising and watching each other, in the way of women. But Aud was a
little vessel to contain a great longing, and presently the cry of her heart
came out of her.
"The folk say," says she, "you have the finest women's things that ever
came to Iceland?" and as she spoke her eyes grew