Publisher's Synopsis
Wisest of dogs was Vigi, a tawny-coated hound That King Olaf, warring over green hills of Ireland, found; His merry Norse were driving away a mighty herd For feasts upon the dragonships, when an isleman dared a word: "From all those stolen hundreds, well might ye spare my score." "Ay, take them," quoth the gamesome king, "but not a heifer more. Choose out thine own, nor hinder us; yet choose without a slip." The isleman laughed and whistled, his finger at his lip. Oh, swift the bright-eyed Vigi went darting through the herd And singled out his master's neat with a nose that never erred, And drave the star-marked twenty forth, to the wonder of the king, Who bought the hound right honestly, at the price of a broad gold ring. If the herddog dreamed of an Irish voice and of cattle on the hill, He told it not to Olaf the King, whose will was Vigi's will, But followed him far in faithful love and bravely helped him win His famous fight with Thorir Hart and Raud, the wizard Finn. Above the clamor and the clang shrill sounded Vigi's bark, And when the groaning ship of Raud drew seaward to the dark, And Thorir Hart leapt to the land, bidding his rowers live
