The Waif Woman | Page 5

and
clouds covered the moon, when the dark woman wended. From that
day to this no man has learned her story or her people's name; but be
sure the one was stormy and the other great. She had come to that isle,
a waif woman, on a ship; thence she flitted, and no more remained of
her but her heavy chests and her big body.
In the morning the house women streaked and dressed the corpse. Then
came Finnward, and carried the sheets and curtains from the house, and
caused build a fire upon the sands. But Aud had an eye on her man's
doings.
"And what is this that you are at?" said she.
So he told her.
"Burn the good sheets!" she cried. "And where would I be with my two
hands? No, troth," said Aud, "not so long as your wife is above
ground!"
"Good wife," said Finnward, "this is beyond your province. Here is my
word pledged and the woman dead I pledged it to. So much the more
am I bound. Let me be doing as I must, goodwife."
"Tilly-valley!" says she, "and a fiddlestick's end, goodman! You may
know well about fishing and be good at shearing sheep for what I know;
but you are little of a judge of damask sheets. And the best word I can
say is just this," she says, laying hold of one end of the goods, "that if
ye are made up to burn the plenishing, you must burn your wife along
with it."
"I trust it will not go so hard," says Finnward, "and I beg you not to

speak so loud and let the house folk hear you."
"Let them speak low that are ashamed!" cries Aud. "I speak only in
reason."
"You are to consider that the woman died in my house," says Finnward,
"and this was her last behest. In truth, goodwife, if I were to fail, it is a
thing that would stick long in my throat, and would give us an ill name
with the neighbours."
"And you are to consider," says she, "that I am your true wife and
worth all the witches ever burnt, and loving her old husband"--here she
put her arms about his neck. "And you are to consider that what you
wish to do is to destroy fine stuff, such as we have no means of
replacing; and that she bade you do it singly to spite me, for I sought to
buy this bedding from her while she was alive at her own price; and
that she hated me because I was young and handsome."
"That is a true word that she hated you, for she said so herself before
she wended," says Finnward.
"So that here is an old faggot that hated me, and she dead as a bucket,"
says Aud; "and here is a young wife that loves you dear, and is alive
forby"--and at that she kissed him--"and the point is, which are you to
do the will of?"
The man's weakness caught him hard, and he faltered. "I fear some hurt
will come of it," said he.
There she cut in, and bade the lads tread out the fire, and the lasses roll
the bed-stuff up and carry it within.
"My dear," says he, "my honour--this is against my honour."
But she took his arm under hers, and caressed his hand, and kissed his
knuckles, and led him down the bay. "Bubble-bubble-bubble!" says she,
imitating him like a baby, though she was none so young.
"Bubble-bubble, and a silly old man! We must bury the troll wife, and

here is trouble enough, and a vengeance! Horses will sweat for it before
she comes to Skalaholt; 'tis my belief she was a man in a woman's habit.
And so now, have done, good man, and let us get her waked and buried,
which is more than she deserves, or her old duds are like to pay for.
And when that is ended, we can consult upon the rest."
So Finnward was but too well pleased to put it off.
The next day they set forth early for Skalaholt across the heaths. It was
heavy weather, and grey overhead; the horses sweated and neighed, and
the men went silent, for it was nowhere in their minds that the dead
wife was canny. Only Aud talked by the way, like a silly sea-gull
piping on a cliff, and the rest held their peace. The sun went down
before they were across Whitewater; and the black night fell on them
this side of Netherness. At Netherness they beat upon the door. The
goodman was not abed nor any of his folk, but sat in the hall talking;
and to them Finnward made clear his business.
"I will never