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XIII

The Fleet Waits in the Limfjord, Complains to the King, and Returns Home

The History of King Sweyn Estridsson and His Sons and of the Martyrdom of King Canute the Holy

With the fleet ready, the Danish army was brought to the western coastlands, their sails curved and spread before the wind, and there they waited day by day for the arrival of the royal fleet. The king, however, remained at a notable place called Hedeby, named either after its former lady Ethe or from its broad and level terrain — rendered from the Danish tongue as “the settlement of the plain.” There he conferred with prudent and wise men, considering how the undertaking might, with the help of Jesus Christ, reach a fitting outcome for the benefit of many.

But just as the people of Israel once, while Moses delayed in speaking with God, demanded that Aaron make them gods to lead them through the wilderness — and for this were deprived, in God’s anger, of both the sight and the use of the promised land — so here the crowd, impatient with the delay along the coast, complained that the waiting was harmful to their domestic concerns. They cried out repeatedly either to be allowed to return home, or to choose another leader for the expedition while the king was occupied elsewhere, or to send messengers urging the king to hasten with his fleet.

Stirred by the constant noise and daily shouting, the leaders decided to send envoys to the king to lay the complaints of the assembled army before him. Olaf, the king’s own brother, undertook this mission — though not with fortunate results. He approached the king with his companions, delivered the army’s demands, and freely explained the reasons for their grievances.

After long and careful consideration, the king sent that same brother away to Flanders, to be kept there by Robert, the most noble ruler of the western lands and the king’s kinsman through his daughter, Queen Adela. To the army, meanwhile, the king sent word through intermediaries of his intentions.

But as autumn drew near and the envoys had returned, the entire host pressed him urgently to dismiss the army so that they might attend to their domestic needs, promising that in the spring the whole fleet would be ready wherever he directed. With the king’s consent, supported by the leading nobles, they tore their anchors from the sandy seabed, struck their tents, raised their tall masts, spread their sails to the winds, and set out upon the open sea — wishing the king success as they cut through the waves and carried their longing homeward.