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Sagas of Icelanders

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The sagas of Icelanders (Icelandic: Íslendingasögur), also known as family sagas, are a subgenre, or text group, of Icelandic sagas. They are prose narratives primarily based on historical events that mostly took place in Iceland in the ninth, tenth, and early eleventh centuries, during the Saga Age. They were written in Old Icelandic, a western dialect of Old Norse, primarily on calfskin. They are the best-known specimens of Icelandic literature.

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  • There was a man, Ulf (the wolf) by name, son of Bjálfi and Hallbera. Ulf was a man so tall and strong that the like of him was not to be seen in the land at that time. And when he was young he was out viking expeditions and harrying ... He was a great landed proprietor. It was his wont to rise early, and to go about the men's work, or to the smithies, and inspect all his goods and his acres; and sometimes he talked with those men who wanted his advice; for he was a good adviser, he was so clear-headed; however, every day, when it drew towards dusk, he became so savage that few dared exchange a word with him, for he was given to dozing in the afternoon.
    People said that he was much given to changing form (hamrammr), so he was called the evening-wolf, kveldúlfr.
    • c. 1, tr. Sabine Baring-Gould, The Book of Were-Wolves (1865) ch. 4, p. 43
  • Kveldulf and Skallagrim got news during summer of an expedition. Skallagrim was the keenest-sighted of men, and he caught sight of the vessel of Hallvard and his brother, and recognized it at once. He followed their course and marked the haven into which they entered at even. Then he returned to his company, and told Kveldulf of what he had seen. ... Then they busked them and got ready both their boats; in each they put twenty men, Kveldulf steering one and Skallagrim the other, and they rowed in quest of the ship. Now when they came to the place where it was, they lay to. Hallvard and his men had spread an awning over the deck, and were asleep. Now when Kveldulf and his party came upon them, the watchers who were seated at the end of the bridge sprang up and called to the people on board to wake up, for there was danger in the wind. So Hallvard and his men sprang to arms. Then came Kveldulf over the bridge and Skallagrim with him into the ship. Kveldulf had in his hand a cleaver, and he bade his men go through the vessel and hack away the awning. But he pressed on to the quarter-deck. It is said the were-wolf fit came over him and many of his companions. They slew all the men who were before them. Skallagrim did the same as he went round the vessel. He and his father paused not till they had cleared it. Now when Kveldulf came upon the quarter-deck he raised his cleaver, and smote Hallvard through helm and head, so that the haft was buried in the flesh; but he dragged it to him so violently that he whisked Hallvard into the air, and flung him overboard. Skallagrim cleared the forecastle and slew Sigtrygg. Many men flung themselves overboard, but Skallagrim's men took to the boat and rowed about, killing all they found. Thus perished Hallvard with fifty men. Skallagrim and his party took the ship and all the goods which had belonged to Hallvard ... and flitted it and the wares to their own vessel, and then exchanged ships, lading their capture, but quitting their own. After which they filled their old ship with stones, brake it up and sank it. A good breeze sprang up, and they stood out to sea.
    It is said of these men in the engagement who were were-wolves, or those on whom came the berserkr rage, that as long as the fit was on them no one could oppose them, they were so strong; but when it had passed off they were feebler than usual. It was the same with Kveldulf when the were-wolf fit went off him—he then felt the exhaustion: consequent on the fight, and he was so completely 'done up,' that he was obliged to take to his bed.
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    Thord and his companion were opposed to Skallegrim in the game, and they were too much for him, he wearied, and the game went better with them. But at dusk, after sunset, it went worse with Egill and Thord, for Skallagrim became so strong that he caught up Thord and cast him down, so that he broke his bones, and that was the death of him. Then he caught at Egill. Thorgerd Brak was the name of a servant of Skallagrim, who had been foster-mother to Egill. She was a woman of great stature, strong as a man and a bit of a witch. Brák exclaimed,—'Skallagrim! are you now falling upon your son?' (hamaz þú at syni þínum). Then Skallagrim let go his hold of Egill and clutched at her. She started aside and fled. Skallagrim followed. They ran out upon Digraness, and she sprang off the headland into the water. Skallagrim cast after her a huge stone which struck her between the shoulders, and she never rose after it. The place is now called Brak's Sound.
    • c. 40, tr. Sabine Baring-Gould (1865) ch. 4, pp. 43-6
  • Kings' halls have wide entrances and narrow exits.
    • tr. Hermann Pálsson and Paul Edwards, Egil's Saga (1976) p. 178
  • [Björn] son of Ulfheðin, wolf-skin coat, son of Ulfhamr, wolf-shaped, son of Ulf, wolf, son of Ulfhamr, wolf-shaped, who could change forms.
    • tr. Sabine Baring-Gould (1865) ch. 4, p. 36
  • Því verðr engi uppreist yðar ungra manna, at yðr vex allt í augu. — Þorbjörn
    • No wonder you young men never get anywhere! You make obstacles where none exist.
    • 5, tr. Barbara Schiller, Hrafkel's Saga (New York: The Seabury Press, 1972) p. 27
  • Mörgum mundi betr þykkja skjótr dauði en slíkar hrakningar, en mér mun fara sem mörgum öðrum, at lífit mun ek kjósa, ef kostr er. — Hrafnkell Freysgoði
    • Many men would prefer a quick death to such a disgrace. But I shall choose life.
    • 10, tr. Barbara Schiller (1972) p. 48
  • Ek hygg þat hégóma at trúa á goð. — Hrafnkell Freysgoði
    • It is folly to believe in the gods.
    • 11, tr. Barbara Schiller (1972) p. 52
  • Eigi mun ek flýja undan þeim mönnum, er ek hefi ekki til miska gört. — Eyvindr Bjarnason
    • I am not going to run away from a man I have never wronged.
    • 12, tr. Barbara Schiller (1972) p. 58
  • Those berserkir who were called ulfheðnir, had got wolf-skins over their mail coats.
  • At times there came over Thorir berserkr fits, and it was considered a sad misfortune to such a man, as they were quite beyond control.
    • tr. Sabine Baring-Gould (1865) ch. 4, p. 41
  • Thorgrim of Kornsá had a child by his concubine Vereydr, and, by order of his wife, the child was carried out to perish.
    The brothers (Thorsteinn and Thorir) often met, and it was now the turn of Thorsteinn to visit Thorir, and Thorir accompanied him homeward. On their way Thorsteinn asked Thorir which he thought was the first among the brethren; Thorir answered that the reply was easy, for 'you are above us all in discretion and talent; Jökull is the best in all perilous adventures, but I,' he added, 'I am the least worth of us brothers, because the berserkr fits come over me, quite against my will, and I wish that you, my brother, with your shrewdness, would devise some help for me.'
    Thorsteinn said,—'I have heard that our kinsman, Thorgrim, has just suffered his little babe to be carried out, at the instigation of his wife. That is ill done. I think also that it is a grievous matter for you to be different in nature from other men.'
    Thorir asked how he could obtain release from his affliction. ... Then said Thorsteinn, 'Now will I make a vow to Him who created the sun, for I ween that he is most able to take the ban off you, and I will undertake for His sake, in return, to rescue the babe and to bring it up for him, till He who created man shall take it to Himself—for this I reckon He will do!' After this they left their horses and sought the child, and a thrall of Thorir had found it near the Marram river. They saw that a kerchief had been spread over its face, but it had rumpled it up over its nose; the little thing was all but dead, but they took it up and flitted it home to Thorir's house, and he brought the lad up, and called him Thorkell Rumple; as for the berserkr fits, they came on him no more.
    • c. 37, tr. Sabine Baring-Gould (1865) ch. 4, pp. 41–2
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