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Honour & the Name That Never Dies
Here is the creed itself, in Odin's own words: wealth and kin perish, but the judgement of others endures. Everything else in this thread is that idea made flesh.
The one thing that never dies
At the heart of Hávamál sit the two stanzas that more than any other express the soul of the whole Norse world — and they turn on death. The poem looks coldly at mortality: kinsmen die, and you yourself will die, and even wealth is fleeting, the well-stocked man of today bearing the beggar's staff tomorrow.[1] Nothing a person has can be kept.
Nothing — except one thing. In the famous stanza, the High One declares that cattle die and kinsmen die and one dies oneself, but a good name never dies for the one who earns it.[2] This is the bedrock of the heroic ethos and the engine of the whole saga corpus: since death is certain and everything else perishes, the only immortality available is reputation — orðstírr, the fame that outlives the body in the mouths of others. It is why the saga-hero will die rather than be shamed, why a name matters more than a life. And the poem adds the hard corollary: praise no day till evening, no life till it is ended[3] — for a reputation is only safe once there is no more time left to lose it.
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Among Fitjung's sons / saw I well-stocked folds,— / Now bear they the beggar's staff; / / Wealth is as swift / as a winking eye, / Of friends the falsest it is.— havamal
wealth and kinsmen perish — the well-stocked man comes to the beggar's staff (Bellows 1923).
Cattle die, / and kinsmen die, / And so one dies one's self; / But a noble name / will never die, / If good renown one gets.— havamal
cattle die, kinsmen die — but a noble name never dies (Bellows 1923).
Give praise to the day at evening, / to a woman on her pyre, / To a weapon which is tried, / to a maid at wedlock, / To ice when it is crossed, / to ale that is drunk.— havamal
praise the day at evening, a life when ended (Bellows 1923).
Gunnarr, outlawed, is riding to safety when his horse stumbles and he looks back at his fields — 'fair is the hillside' — and turns home to certain death rather than leave in shame. Honour over survival, in one sentence.
The fair hillside
And then the most famous swerve in the saga. Riding down to the ship that would carry him to safety, Gunnarr's horse stumbled and threw him — and as he rose, his eye fell on the slope of home. The hillside had never looked so fair to him, he said, with its pale cornfields and its mown meadows; and he turned his horse and rode back, and would not leave Iceland after all.[1]
It is not stupidity and it is not quite courage; it is a man choosing his own land over his own life, with full knowledge of the price. To stay is to be a lawful target for every enemy he has made. Gunnarr stays. Kolskeggr sails. The brothers never see each other again — and the genuine words Gunnarr spoke on that hillside wait beneath this step, in the old translation.
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"Fair is the Lithe; so fair that it has never seemed to me so fair; the corn fields are white to harvest, and the home mead is mown; and now I will ride back home, and not fare abroad at all."— njals saga
Gunnarr looks back — 'Fair is the Lithe' — and turns home.
Inside the burning hall, offered a way out, the men choose the fire over the dishonour of flight. 'I will not live in shame' is not a slogan here — it is a decision made in smoke.
I will not live in shame
Flosi, to his credit, offered mercy at the door — the women, the children, the servants might all go free. Njáll sent them out. One of his sons, Helgi, tried to slip out in a woman's cloak and kerchief, but Flosi's eye caught “a tall woman, broad across the shoulders,” and when they moved to seize him Helgi threw off the cloak, struck once, and Flosi took his head at a stroke.[1]
Then Flosi offered Njáll himself the door — it was unworthy, he said, that so old a man should burn. Njáll refused: he was too old to avenge his sons, and he would not live in shame. Flosi offered Bergþóra her life. She answered that she had been given to Njáll young and had promised to share one fate with him, and she would keep that promise.[2] They went back inside together.
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But when Helgi came out Flosi said -— njals saga
Helgi tries to escape in a cloak; Flosi kills him.
"I will not go out," said Njal, "for I am an old man, and little fitted to avenge my sons, but I will not live in shame."— njals saga
Njáll and Bergþóra refuse the door.
The other face of honour: Egil, condemned by his enemy King Eric, buys back his head in a single night by composing a praise-poem so fine the king cannot kill him. The word itself becomes the currency of worth.
The Head-Ransom
Arinbjörn went armed to the king and pleaded for Egil's life, offering at last to die at Egil's side rather than see him killed — while Gunnhildr pressed for the execution she had wanted for years. Eiríkr would not promise mercy; but he granted Egil the night.[1]
And in that night Egil did the impossible thing the saga is most famous for. He composed a long praise-poem — the Höfuðlausn, the 'Head-Ransom' — in honour of the very king who meant to kill him, and the next day recited it in the hall, in a loud voice, until he won silence. It is a stunning act: not flattery exactly, but a poet weaponising his only true wealth, turning art itself into ransom.[2] (The poem stands in the saga in full; it is reached through the source here, not retold.)
Eiríkr sat upright through it, looking keenly at him. When it ended he gave his judgement: for Arinbjörn's sake, and because Egil had come freely into his power, he would give Egil 'his head this time' — but it was no reconciliation, and Egil must never come before his eyes again. Egil walked out alive, having bought his own head with a song.[3]
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King Eric went to table according to his wont, and much people were with him. And when Arinbjorn knew this, then went he with all his followers fully armed to the king's palace while the king sate at table. Arinbjorn craved entrance into the hall; it was granted. He and Egil went in with half of his followers, but the other half stood without before the door. Arinbjorn saluted the king; the king received him well. Arinbjorn spoke: 'Here now is come Egil. He has not sought to run away in the night. Nor would we fain know, my lord, what his lot is to be. I hope thou wilt let him get good from my words, for I think it a matter of great moment to me that Egil gain terms from thee. I have so acted (as was right) that neither in word nor deed have I spared aught whereby thy honour should be made greater than before. I have also abandoned all my possessions, kinsmen, and friends that I had in Norway, and followed thee when all other barons deserted thee; and herein do I what is meet, for thou hast often done great good to me.'— egils saga
Arinbjörn pleads; Gunnhildr presses for death (Green 1893).
<strong>HEAD-RANSOM</strong>— egils saga
Egil recites the Höfuðlausn — the genuine poem in the source.
King Eric sate upright while Egil recited the poem, and looked keenly at him. And when the song of praise was ended, then spake the king: 'Right well was the poem recited; and now, Arinbjorn, I have resolved about the cause between me and Egil, how it shall go. Thou hast pleaded Egil's cause with great eagerness, since thou offerest to risk a conflict with me. Now shall I for thy sake do what thou hast asked, letting Egil go from my land safe and unhurt. But thou, Egil, so order thy going that, after leaving my presence and this hall, thou never come before my eyes, nor my sons' eyes, nor be ever in the way of myself or my people. But I give thee now thy head this time for this reason, that thou camest freely into my power. I will do no dastardly deed on thee; yet know thou this for sure, that this is no reconciliation with me or my sons or any of our kin who wish to wreak their vengeance.'— egils saga
Eiríkr grants Egil 'his head this time.'
Hjalti's great rousing-cry at Rolf Kraki's last stand — sweet it is to repay the lord's gifts with our lives — is the comitatus ideal at its purest: a name is worth dying beside your king for.
Hjalti's rousing call
The attack falls in the night, and the most famous part of the legend begins — a long exchange of heroic verses, the 'Bjarkamál', that Saxo preserves in his Latin. The loyal champion Hjalti, awake and aware of the danger, raises a great rousing cry to wake the sleeping warriors: it is sweet, he calls, to repay the gifts received from our lord, to grip our swords and spend our lives for the king who gave us all we have.[1]
This rousing-call is the purest statement in the whole atlas of the comitatus ideal — the warrior-band ethic that a man must die beside the lord whose bread he has eaten and whose rings he has worn. Hjalti shames and spurs his fellows not to flee but to make good, with their lives, the bond Rolf's generosity created. It is the same ethic that runs through the sagas and through Hávamál's counsel on loyalty, here raised to its absolute pitch: the gifts are now due, and the only honourable payment is death in the lord's defence. The 'Bjarkamál' was so admired that, centuries on, it was recited to hearten armies before battle. Here it wakes Rolf's champions for their last fight.
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Hjalte said again: "Sweet is it to repay the gifts received from our lord, to grip the swords, and devote the steel to glory. Behold, each man's courage tells him loyally to follow a king of such deserts, and to guard our captain with fitting earnestness. Let the Teuton swords, the helmets, the shining armlets, the mail-coats that reach the heel, which Rolf of old bestowed upon his men, let these sharpen our mindful hearts to the fray. The time requires, and it is just, that in time of war we should earn whatsoever we have gotten in the deep idleness of peace, that we should not think more of joyous courses than of sorrowful fortunes, or always prefer prosperity to hardship. Being noble, let us with even soul accept either lot, nor let fortune sway our behaviour, for it beseems us to receive equably difficult and delightsome days; let us pass the years of sorrow with the same countenance wherewith we took the years of joy. Let us do with brave hearts all the things that in our cups we boasted with sodden lips; let us keep the vows which we swore by highest Jove and the mighty gods. My master is the greatest of the Danes: let each man, as he is valorous, stand by him; far, far hence be all cowards! We need a brave and steadfast man, not one that turns his back on a dangerous pass, or dreads the grim preparations for battle. Often a general's greatest valour depends on his soldiery, for the chief enters the fray all the more at ease that a better array of nobles throngs him round. Let the thane catch up his arms with fighting fingers, setting his right hand on the hilt and holding fast the shield: let him charge upon the foes, nor pale at any strokes. Let none offer himself to be smitten by the enemy behind, let none receive the swords in his back: let the battling breast ever front the blow. `Eagles fight brow foremost', and with swift gaping beaks speed onward in the front: be ye like that bird in mien, shrinking from no stroke, but with body facing the foe.— gesta danorum
Hjalti's call: sweet to repay the lord's gifts with our lives (Elton 1894).
And the cost of the other choice: Sámr offers Hrafnkell his life if he will accept dishonour, and the proud chief's whole later reversal turns on what a name is worth. Honour cuts both ways — keeping it, and being denied it.
The offer, and the pride that refuses it
The news reached Þorbjörn, and grief took the old man hard. He rode to Aðalból to ask redress for his son — and got, astonishingly, a real offer. Hrafnkell, who paid no man anything, admitted this killing sat worse with him than the others he had done. He would feed Þorbjörn's household in milk and meat for as long as the old man kept house; he would settle his other children well; he would care for Þorbjörn himself to his dying day. It was, by the saga's own reckoning, a handsome price.[1]
But it was a great man's gift, handed down — not the judgement of equals. Þorbjörn wanted arbitration, the two of them naming a third man to weigh the case between them as peers. Then you hold yourself my equal, Hrafnkell said, and the peace is at an end.
His own brother Bjarni wanted nothing to do with the quarrel — know yourself, he told Þorbjörn, we are not the men to fight Hrafnkell. So the old man went down the valley to his nephew Sámr: turbulent, clever, deep in the law, and reluctant. Sámr took the case at last, almost angrily, for the sake of kinship and nothing else — warning Þorbjörn to his face that he expected no good of it.[2]
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The news of Einarr, his son's, death, was brought over to Thorbjörn at Hóll, and he was mightily grieved at the tidings. He now took his horse, and rode over to Aðalból to ask Hrafnkell to do boot for his son. Hrafnkell said that he had slain many a man beside this one; "for thou must know that I never pay weregild to any man, and yet people have to rest content with things so done. Yet I allow it, that I think that this my deed is rather of the worse kind among the manslaughters which I have wrought hitherto; thou, too, hast been a neighbour of mine for a long while, and I have had a good liking for thee, and we have enjoyed one another's favour; and no small tiling would have brought matters to an evil pass between me and Einarr, if only he had not ridden this horse; but now I have to regret that I spoke too much; and seldomer, indeed, should we have to regret that which we say too little than that which we say too much, and now I shall show that I consider this deed of mine a worse one than other deeds that I have done, inasmuch as I will supply thy house with dairy-produce during the summer, and with slaughtered meat when autumn comes; and in the same way I will do to thee as long as thou art minded to keep a house. Thy sons and daughters we shall fit out at my cost, and so endow them, as to make their conditions desirable. And all that thou knowest my house to contain, and of which thou mayest stand in need in future, thou shalt let me know of, nor henceforth shalt thou be in want of those things which may be requisite unto thee. Thou shalt keep house as long as thou takest pleasure therein, but when thou art tired thereof, thou shalt come to me, and I will take care of thee unto thy dying day. Let this be our atonement; and likely, it seems to me, that most people will say, that this man was dearly paid for." "This offer I will not accept," says Thorbjörn. "What then?" says Hrafnkell. Then spake Thorbjörn: "I will, that we name an umpire between us." Answered Hrafnkell: "Then thou holdest thyself as good a man as I; the peace between us is at an end." Then Thorbjörn rode away, and down along Hrafnkelsdalr. He came to Langarhus, and met his brother Bjarni, and told him the tidings, asking him at the same time to lend him a hand in these matters. Bjarni answered, saying that Hrafnkell was his equal to deal with; "for though we have plenty of money to dispose of, we are not the men to plunge into a strife with such a man; and sooth, indeed, is the old saw; 'Know one thing, know thyself!' He has made lawsuits difficult for many a one who have been mightier men of their hands than we are; and it seems to me that thou hast been somewhat short of wits in refusing such a good offer, and I will have nothing to do with this." Thorbjörn overwhelmed his brother with abuse, saying that there was in him the less of manhood, the more he was to be depended upon. So he rode away, and the two brothers parted in little love. He did not stop until he came down to Leikskálar, where he knocked at the door, and people answered the knock and came out. Thorbjörn asked Sámr to come out and see him. Sámr greeted his kinsman well, and asked him to put up there. Thorbjörn answered it slowly somewhat. Seeing that Thorbjörn was downcast, Sámr asked him for tidings, and Thorbjörn told him the slaughter of his son Einarr. "That is no great tidings," said Sámr, "if Hrafnkell slays a man." Thorbjörn asks if Sámr was minded to lend him any help: "for such is the nature of the case, that though the man is nearest and dearest to me, yet the blow has been dealt no way from malice." "Hast thou tried to have any redress of Hrafnkell?" said Sámr. Thorbjörn told all truthfully as to what had passed between him and Hrafnkell. "Never before did I know Hrafnkell to make such offer to any man, as those he has made to thee," says Sámr. "Now I will ride with thee up to Aðalból, and let us come before Hrafnkell in a humble mind, and see if he will still hold to the same offers; and I doubt not that he will behave honourably in the matter." Says Thorbjörn: "This is to be said, both that Hrafnkell will now refuse, and that such is no more in my mind now than it was when I rode away from there." Sámr says: "Heavy enough, I guess, will it be to strive with Hrafnkell in matters at law." Thorbjörn answers: "That is why ye young men never come to aught, that you flinch at all things, and I am minded to think that no man has got such milksops for kinsmen as I have. It seems to me that a man like you is putting himself in a right false position, being skilled in law and eager for petty cases, but refusing to take up this case, a great and urgent one. Thou shalt be widely reviled for this, as, indeed, thou deservest, being known as the most boisterous man in our kin. And I now see how the matter turns." Sámr answered: "By how much art thou the better off than before, even if I should take up the case, and we should both be worsted together?" Thorbjörn answered: "It would be a great relief to my mind, if thou shouldst undertake it, no matter how after that it should turn out." Sámr said: "I am right unwilling to engage in this, and it is only for the sake of kinship that I do it; but thou must know, that in thee I deem that I have no avail of any kind." Then Sámr gave his hand, and took the case off Thorbjörn's hand.— hrafnkels saga
Hrafnkell's generous offer; Þorbjörn refuses.
The news of Einarr, his son's, death, was brought over to Thorbjörn at Hóll, and he was mightily grieved at the tidings. He now took his horse, and rode over to Aðalból to ask Hrafnkell to do boot for his son. Hrafnkell said that he had slain many a man beside this one; "for thou must know that I never pay weregild to any man, and yet people have to rest content with things so done. Yet I allow it, that I think that this my deed is rather of the worse kind among the manslaughters which I have wrought hitherto; thou, too, hast been a neighbour of mine for a long while, and I have had a good liking for thee, and we have enjoyed one another's favour; and no small tiling would have brought matters to an evil pass between me and Einarr, if only he had not ridden this horse; but now I have to regret that I spoke too much; and seldomer, indeed, should we have to regret that which we say too little than that which we say too much, and now I shall show that I consider this deed of mine a worse one than other deeds that I have done, inasmuch as I will supply thy house with dairy-produce during the summer, and with slaughtered meat when autumn comes; and in the same way I will do to thee as long as thou art minded to keep a house. Thy sons and daughters we shall fit out at my cost, and so endow them, as to make their conditions desirable. And all that thou knowest my house to contain, and of which thou mayest stand in need in future, thou shalt let me know of, nor henceforth shalt thou be in want of those things which may be requisite unto thee. Thou shalt keep house as long as thou takest pleasure therein, but when thou art tired thereof, thou shalt come to me, and I will take care of thee unto thy dying day. Let this be our atonement; and likely, it seems to me, that most people will say, that this man was dearly paid for." "This offer I will not accept," says Thorbjörn. "What then?" says Hrafnkell. Then spake Thorbjörn: "I will, that we name an umpire between us." Answered Hrafnkell: "Then thou holdest thyself as good a man as I; the peace between us is at an end." Then Thorbjörn rode away, and down along Hrafnkelsdalr. He came to Langarhus, and met his brother Bjarni, and told him the tidings, asking him at the same time to lend him a hand in these matters. Bjarni answered, saying that Hrafnkell was his equal to deal with; "for though we have plenty of money to dispose of, we are not the men to plunge into a strife with such a man; and sooth, indeed, is the old saw; 'Know one thing, know thyself!' He has made lawsuits difficult for many a one who have been mightier men of their hands than we are; and it seems to me that thou hast been somewhat short of wits in refusing such a good offer, and I will have nothing to do with this." Thorbjörn overwhelmed his brother with abuse, saying that there was in him the less of manhood, the more he was to be depended upon. So he rode away, and the two brothers parted in little love. He did not stop until he came down to Leikskálar, where he knocked at the door, and people answered the knock and came out. Thorbjörn asked Sámr to come out and see him. Sámr greeted his kinsman well, and asked him to put up there. Thorbjörn answered it slowly somewhat. Seeing that Thorbjörn was downcast, Sámr asked him for tidings, and Thorbjörn told him the slaughter of his son Einarr. "That is no great tidings," said Sámr, "if Hrafnkell slays a man." Thorbjörn asks if Sámr was minded to lend him any help: "for such is the nature of the case, that though the man is nearest and dearest to me, yet the blow has been dealt no way from malice." "Hast thou tried to have any redress of Hrafnkell?" said Sámr. Thorbjörn told all truthfully as to what had passed between him and Hrafnkell. "Never before did I know Hrafnkell to make such offer to any man, as those he has made to thee," says Sámr. "Now I will ride with thee up to Aðalból, and let us come before Hrafnkell in a humble mind, and see if he will still hold to the same offers; and I doubt not that he will behave honourably in the matter." Says Thorbjörn: "This is to be said, both that Hrafnkell will now refuse, and that such is no more in my mind now than it was when I rode away from there." Sámr says: "Heavy enough, I guess, will it be to strive with Hrafnkell in matters at law." Thorbjörn answers: "That is why ye young men never come to aught, that you flinch at all things, and I am minded to think that no man has got such milksops for kinsmen as I have. It seems to me that a man like you is putting himself in a right false position, being skilled in law and eager for petty cases, but refusing to take up this case, a great and urgent one. Thou shalt be widely reviled for this, as, indeed, thou deservest, being known as the most boisterous man in our kin. And I now see how the matter turns." Sámr answered: "By how much art thou the better off than before, even if I should take up the case, and we should both be worsted together?" Thorbjörn answered: "It would be a great relief to my mind, if thou shouldst undertake it, no matter how after that it should turn out." Sámr said: "I am right unwilling to engage in this, and it is only for the sake of kinship that I do it; but thou must know, that in thee I deem that I have no avail of any kind." Then Sámr gave his hand, and took the case off Thorbjörn's hand.— hrafnkels saga
Sámr reluctantly takes the suit.
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