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Kings & the Men Who Fled Them
From the throne: Harald Fairhair's oath not to cut his hair until he rules all Norway — the founding ambition that forges a kingdom and breaks the old chieftains' independence.
The oath of Harald Fairhair
Everything in the Icelandic sagas begins, in a sense, with one Norwegian king — and one woman's refusal. The young Harald, king of a small realm, sent to woo Gyða, a proud chief's daughter. She would not have him: she would wed no king who ruled less than all Norway, and bid him come back when he did.[1]
Stung, Harald swore a great oath — that he would neither cut nor comb his hair until he had brought the whole of Norway under himself — and set out to make it true. King by king, district by district, he conquered the land through years of war.[2] It is one of history's great proud gestures turned to policy, and it would remake the North: when the unkempt king finally won, the old order of many small kings was finished, and the men who would not kneel had to go somewhere.
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Chapter IV.King Harald's vow.— heimskringla
Gyða refuses Harald until he rules all Norway (Laing 1844).
Chapter V.The battle in Orkadal.— heimskringla
Gyða's words bring back the oath not to cut his hair until Norway is his.
All Norway under one crown — and the cost: the proud men who would not serve a king now had to find somewhere a king could not reach.
All Norway under one crown
Harald's campaign rolled across the land — the Uplands, the coastal kingdoms, the trading towns — by battle, fire, and the subduing of chief after chief, until at last the whole country lay under him.[1] Only then, at a feast after the conquest was complete, did he let his hair be cut and combed for the first time in ten years; it had grown so wild he had been nicknamed Ugly-Head, but now, dressed at last, he was given the name the sagas know him by: hárfagri, Fairhair.[2] The uncut hair had been the visible token of his oath, and its cutting marked all Norway won.
But a unified Norway was a Norway with no room for proud, independent men. Harald claimed the old free lands as crown property, taxed the chiefs, and broke those who defied him. And so the saga records the great consequence: the men of spirit who would not become the king's tenants gathered their households and sailed west — to the empty, kingless island of Iceland. Harald's crown is the reason the family sagas have settlers to write about at all.
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Chapter XV. King Harald at a feast of the peasant Aake, and the murder of Aake.— heimskringla
Harald's conquests across Norway (Laing 1844).
Chapter XXIV. Rolf Ganger is driven into banishment.— heimskringla
The conquest complete; his hair cut at last and he is named Fairhair.
From the losing side: the settlers fleeing 'the tyranny of Harald Fairhair,' pulling down their houses and sailing west. The kingdom's triumph is Iceland's founding, seen from below.
Fleeing the king
Why did they come? Landnámabók is clear, and it ties the settlement straight into the wider Norse story this atlas tells. Many of the settlers left Norway fleeing the growing power of Harald Fairhair — the king who was forcing all of Norway under his single rule, breaking the old independence of the regional chieftains.[1] The book repeatedly names his tyranny as the reason a proud man pulled down his house, loaded his ship, and sailed west to an empty land where no king could reach him.
This is the same Harald Fairhair whose reign opens the Kings of Norway and the romance of Viglund — but seen from the losing side, the human wake of his conquest. The settlement of Iceland was, in large part, a political emigration: a whole class of independent-minded chieftains choosing exile over submission, and carrying with them across the sea the fierce attachment to self-rule and personal honour that would define Icelandic society. It is no accident that the sagas are so obsessed with autonomy, with the refusal to be ruled, with the law as the only authority above a free man — that ethos sailed west with the very first settlers, men who had left a kingdom rather than bend to it.
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much devoted to offering up sacrifices and believed in Thor. He emigrated to Iceland on account of the tyranny of Harald Fairhair, and sailed by the southern part of the land ; but when he came west, off Broadfirth, he threw overboard the high seat posts, whereon Thor was carved. And he prayed thus over them that Thor as he called the posts or pillars might there come to land where the God wished him to settle, and he promised that he would dedicate all the land of his settlement (landnim sitt) to Thor, and name it after him. Thorolf then sailed into the Firth, and gave a name to the Firth, and called it Broadfirth (BreiSafjord). He settled land on the south side, near the middle of the Firth. There he found Thor cast aland, upon a point of land which is now called Thorsness (Thorsnes), on that account. They landed further up the ness in the Bay, which is now called Temple Bay (Hofsvig). There he reared his home and there he built a large temple, and consecrated it to Thor,* and now the place is called Temple Stead (Hofstadir). Before his time the Firth had been very sparsely settled, or probably had not been settled at all. Thorolf settled land (nam land) from Staff river (Stafa), inwards to Thors river (Thorsar), and called all that part Thorsness (Thorsnes). He had so great a reverence for that fell which stands on the ness, and which he called Helgafellt (=Holy Fell), that he enjoined that thither— landnamabok
settlers leaving on account of the tyranny of Harald Fairhair (Ellwood 1898).
Egil's own grandfather Kveldulf and father Skallagrím feud with Harald and flee to Iceland — the great saga of the wolf-clan begins as one family's refusal to bow.
The wolf-clan and the king
Egil's story begins two generations before him, with his grandfather Kveldúlfr — the 'evening-wolf', a man said to grow ill-tempered and shape-strong as night fell. When King Harald Fairhair set about bringing all Norway under one crown, Kveldúlf's clan would not bend the knee, and the king's enmity fell on them.[1]
Harald had Egil's handsome uncle Þórólf killed on a slander; Kveldúlf, broken with grief and age, took his vengeance at sea and died on the voyage out, and his son Skallagrímr carried the feud and the family west to Iceland — to a land-take he called Borg, by the firth. The clan's defining trait was set before Egil drew breath: a deep, unbending refusal to be ruled, and a temper like the sea.
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There was a man named Ulf, son of Bjalf, and Hallbera, daughter of Ulf the fearless; she was sister of Hallbjorn Half-giant in Hrafnista, and he the father of Kettle Hæing. Ulf was a man so tall and strong that none could match him, and in his youth he roved the seas as a freebooter. In fellowship with him was one Kari of Berdla, a man of renown for strength and daring; he was a Berserk. Ulf and he had one common purse, and were the dearest friends.— egils saga
Kveldúlf the evening-wolf and the quarrel with Harald (Green 1893).
Skallagrim came to land where a large ness ran out into the sea, and above the ness was a narrow isthmus; and there they put out their lading. That ness they called Ship-ness. Then Skallagrim spied out the land: there was much moorland and wide woods, and a broad space between fells and firths, seal-hunting in plenty, and good fishing. But as they spied out the land southwards along the sea, they found before them a large firth; and, turning inwards along this firth, they stayed not their going till they found their companions, Grim the Halogalander and the rest. A joyful meeting was there. They told Skallagrim of his father's death, and how Kveldulf had come to land there, and they had buried him. Then they led Skallagrim to the place, and it seemed to him that thereabouts would be a good spot to build a homestead. He then went away, and back to his shipmates; and for that winter each party remained where they had come to land. Then Skallagrim took land between fells and firths, all the moors out to Seal-loch, and the upper land to Borgarhraun, and southwards to Hafnar-fell, and all that land from the watershed to the sea. Next spring he moved his ship southwards to the firth, and into the creek close to where Kveldulf came to land; and there he set his homestead, and called it Borg, and the firth Borgar-firth, and so too the country-side further up they named after the firth.— egils saga
Skallagrím's land-take at Borg.
And the end of the age of such kings: Harald Hardrada, the last great viking king, falls at Stamford Bridge claiming 'seven feet of England' — the kings' saga closing as the viking age does.
Seven feet of England
The fighting was fierce, and it ended the age. Harald Hardrada, fighting in the front in a battle-fury, was struck by an arrow in the windpipe — and that was his death-wound. Tostig took up the fallen king's banner and fought on, and he too was killed; a relief force that ran up from the ships, the men exhausted and overheated, was cut down almost to a man.[1]
So the last great Viking king got his seven feet of English ground. And the saga's reach here is the whole point of the journey: a man who began as a boy fleeing Stiklestad, made his fortune in the guard of the Greek emperor at Constantinople, ruled Norway with an iron hand, and died grasping for England — Stiklestad to Byzantium to Yorkshire, the widest single life in the corpus. Stamford Bridge is reckoned the end of the Viking Age; and the saga-reader knows the bitter coda, that the victor Harold Godwinson had only days to savour it before William's Normans landed in the south and Hastings finished what Stamford Bridge began.[2]
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King Harald Sigurdson was hit by an arrow in the windpipe, and that was his death-wound. He fell, and all who had advanced with him, except those who retired with the banner. There was afterwards the warmest conflict, and Earl Toste had taken charge of the king's banner. They began on both sides to form their array again, and for a long time there was a pause in fighting. Then Thiodolf sang these verses: --— heimskringla
Harald falls with an arrow through the windpipe (Laing 1844).
Eystein Orre came up at this moment from the ships with the men who followed him, and all were clad in armour. Then Eystein got King Harald's banner Land-ravager; and now was, for the third time, one of the sharpest of conflicts, in which many Englishmen fell, and they were near to taking flight. This conflict is called Orre's storm. Eystein and his men had hastened so fast from the ships that they were quite exhausted, and scarcely fit to fight before they came into the battle; but afterwards they became so furious, that they did not guard themselves with their shields as long as they could stand upright. At last they threw off their coats of ringmail, and then the Englishmen could easily lay their blows at them; and many fell from weariness, and died without a wound. Thus almost all the chief men fell among the Norway people. This happened towards evening; and then it went, as one might expect, that all had not the same fate, for many fled, and were lucky enough to escape in various ways; and darkness fell before the slaughter was altogether ended.— heimskringla
The relief force cut down; the Norse host destroyed.
The current beneath it all: the shadow of the Norwegian crown lies over nearly every saga, because the Icelanders were, first and always, the people who chose the open sea over a king.
The current beneath the corpus
Set side by side, the two great kings frame the whole Norse world the sagas inhabit. Harald Fairhair made the Norway that the Icelanders fled, and so created Iceland; the Olafs changed the faith of the entire North, and so changed the world those Icelanders lived and died in.[1]
The family sagas look up at these kings from below — settlers and outlaws and farmers whose lives are shaped by royal decisions made across the sea. Heimskringla looks down from the throne. Read together, they are one story from two ends: the kings who pressed, and the free society that grew in the empty island under that pressure and defined itself against it. The royal current runs beneath every journey in this atlas — and now it has a channel of its own.
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Chapter XXIV. Rolf Ganger is driven into banishment.— heimskringla
Harald's completed conquest — the source of the emigration (Laing 1844).
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