ves from her
garland over the whole, she breathed gently on it. "Eyr the physician
has healed me," cried Wayland, and the fairies took him in their arms
and bore him across the waves to a bower in the forest, where he
dreamed that Alvilda and Slagfid and Eigil were all bending over him.

When he woke Alvilda was indeed there, and he seemed to catch glimpses
of his brothers amid the leaves of the trees. "Arise, my husband,"
said Alvilda, "and go straight to the Court of Nidud. He still sleeps,
and knows nothing. Throw this mantle on your shoulders, and they will
take you for his servant."

So Wayland went, and reached the royal chamber, and in his sleep the
King trembled, though he knew not that Wayland was near. "Awake,"
cried Wayland, and the King awoke, and asked who had dared to disturb
him thus.

"Be not angry," answered Wayland; "had you slain Wayland long ago, this
misfortune that I have to tell you of would never have happened."

"Do not name his name," said the King, "since he sent me those drinking
cups a burning fever has laid hold upon me."

"They were not shells, as he told you," answered Wayland, "but the
skulls of your two sons, Sir King. Their bodies you will find in
Wayland's tower. As for your daughter, she is tossing, bound, on the
wild waves of the sea. But now I, Wayland, have come to give you your
deathblow----" But before he could draw his sword fear had slain the
King yet more quickly.

So Wayland went back to Alvilda, and they went into another country,
where he became a famous smith, and he lived to a good old age; and
when he died he was carried to Walhalla, as Freya had promised.

SOME ADVENTURES OF WILLIAM SHORT NOSE.

PART I.

William Short Nose was also styled William of Orange, quite a different
man from the one who came to be King of England, although they both
took their title from the same small town in the South of France. This
William of Orange spent his life battling with the Saracens in the
south of France, and a very hard task he had, for their numbers seemed
endless, and as fast as one army was beaten another was gathered
together.

Now by a great effort the Saracens had been driven back to the south in
the year 732, but before a hundred years had passed they had again
crossed the Pyrenees and were streaming over France, south of the
Loire, and, what was worse, the men of Gascony were rising too.

Some one had to meet the enemy and crush the rebels,