Opening Passage:
There was a king called Fornjot who ruled over Finland and Kvenland, the countries stretching to the east of what we call the Gulf of Bothnia, which lies opposite the White Sea. Fornjot had three sons, Hler (whom we also call Aegir), a second called Logi and a third, Kari, the father of Frosti, who was in turn the father of Snaer the Old, the father of Thorri. He had two sons, Nor and Gor, and a daughter called Goi. (p. 23)
Summary: The Orkneyinga Saga is a text about divisions. We begin with a legendary history of Scandinavia; nobody knows for sure what 'Fornjotr' means, but the myths are consistent that he is the father of the elements: sea (Hler), fire (Logi), and storm (Kari). Storm begets frost or cold (Frosti), which begets snow (Snaer); Thorri is a god about whom we know very little who is associated with the winter and had a winter month and festival named after him. Ultimately we get to the children of Thorri; Thorri's daughter Goi goes missing, and Nor and Gor vow to find her. Nor skis across the land, laying claim to wherever he travels; Gor sails across the sea, doing the same. They do eventually find Goi, but a division has been laid between the house of Nor, which rules Norway, and the house of Gor, which rules the northern islands. From there we focus in on the Orkneys and the Shetlands (with Caithness, the northern tip of Scotland nearest to the Orkneys, occasionally relevant), as they live a somewhat precarious existence trying to maintain their independence while being an easy sailing distance from the much more powerful kingdom of Norway.
When the islands are unified, things are good, but the situation is not stable, and no matter how much any Earl of Orkney unifies them, divisions keep arising. Part of this is the meddling of Norway; Scotland too occasionally interferes, although not as often. More often it is just family feuding over inheritance and property. The Earls of Orkney in the period primarily covered by the saga (from about the late ninth century to the beginning of the thirteenth century) are all from the house of Eystein (whose younger son Sigurd the Powerful becomes the first Earl of the house). About twenty-eight descendants of Eystein were Earls of Orkney in that period, a number of them concurrently. Given the geography of the islands, the division when there are two Earls of Orkney tends to be roughly one Earl controlling about two-thirds of the territory and another controlling the rest, but it easily flips. And of course, while Christianity comes to the islands during the course of the saga, it comes in waves rather than a clear, clean conversion, and in any case it's still early medieval Scandinavia -- if the Earls aren't successful getting each other's land by legal and political machinations, they are not opposed to getting it by force.
The Orkneyinga Saga has a less unified story than one often finds in Icelandic sagas. We get a full smorgasbord of things; legends, genealogies, hagiographies, battles complete with heroic verse, a pilgramge to the Holy Land, property disputes, truly byzantine political maneuvering. However, the saga is not completely disunified, either; it gets a sort of unity having two major peaks. The first peak is the martyrdom of St. Magnus Erlendsson, which is fairly brief in itself but plays an outsized role in the story, and the second is the much longer life of St. Rognvald Kali. The two are connected in part by being local saints from the same family (Rognvald is Magnus's nephew), although their stories are about as different as can be. St. Magnus, the Holy Earl, is exactly the sort of person you would expect to be a saint; he tries to keep the peace somewhat naively by making concessions, which works for a little while, but only for a little while, and in his dispute with Earl Hakon he goes bravely to his death praying for divine mercy to be given to the man whom Hakon forces to behead him. St. Rognvald, on the other hand, is a wily political operator engaged in large-scale political maneuvers against several other wily political operators; he very obviously has a zest for a good fight, for battle-poetry, for flirting with beautiful women, and for crushing his enemies with all the force they deserve. It's not surprising that St. Magnus eventually graduated from the local calendar to the universal calendar while St. Rognvald's right to a place on any calendar of saints has occasionally been questioned; but as far as the saga itself is concerned, they are both obviously saints, confirmed both by divine miracles and papal permissions, and of course, if anyone would know who is a saint, it's God and the Pope.
St. Rognvald's pilgrimage to the Holy Land is itself part of his holy life, although it is as full of fighting as you would expect a Scandinavian pilgrimage to the Holy Land to be, and indeed, has much more fighting and much less Holy Land you would expect. The goal just seems to have been to get there and then come back, which might seem odd to us, who tend to think of pilgrimage as a sort of religious tourism. That is not at all how Scandinavian Christians (and indeed many early medieval Christians elsewhere) saw it; it was primarily a penitential practice. The hardship on the road was penance, and was the point; the destination was primarily of symbolic force. We might not think of heading out with the boys to lay siege to castles and fight Saracen pirates on the seas as holy penance, but if it was done on the way to Rome or Jerusalem, my Scandinavian ancestors in the Viking Age certainly thought it could be. The pilgrimage is the stuff of legend -- it occupies five detailed chapters of the saga -- but it was probably a political mistake; it allowed his major enemy, Svein Asleifarson, time to make trouble why he is away, and although he is able to start getting a handle on the trouble when he returns, he keeps finding himself in vulnerable positions until his luck and cleverness run out and he is murdered. Then again, he might have had similar problems had he stayed. Less popular than some of his rivals, he had leaned heavily into the cult of St. Magnus, and he was buried in the church of St. Magnus that he himself had built. One of his first miracles was that the rock on which he had been murdered remained wet and bloody.
The saga has everything, so it is not surprising that it has all the things that are most charming about sagas -- dry wit, direct action, one-liners, and, of course, the Scandinavian habit of distinguishing people by nicknames. I confess, at one point I wondered whether the author was doing a bit of leg-pulling, when I read about Einar Buttered-Bread -- we are never informed about why he is called Einar Buttered Bread -- is murdered by his cousin, Einar Hard-Mouth. (Neither should be confused with Einar Belly-Shaker, Einar Wry-Mouth, or Einar Vorse-Raven.) Is it really true that Buttered-Bread was murdered by Hard-Mouth? Actually, it seems that it was not quite the case; Einar Buttered-Bread's nickname was actually Kliningr, which is usually thought to be related to the word for 'smear'. So Einar the Smearing, I suppose? He seems to pre-date any actual known practice of buttering bread -- which is invented later than one might think -- although it may very well still refer to smearing something else on bread. In any case, it perhaps fits; a member of a family who often get nicknames like Skull-Splitter, Einar Buttered-Bread was inevitably doomed to be toast.
This is a fun saga, although it's not one of the easier ones to get through. It's fragmentary construction and everything-and-the-kitchen-sink content can be a bit overwhelming. Nonetheless, I can also guarantee for the same reason that anyone can certainly find parts that they would enjoy.
Favorite Passage:
On the tenth day of Christmas, a day of fine weather, Earl Rognvald stood up and told his men to arm themselves and to blow the trumpets summoning everyone to the castle. The firewood was taken right up to the ramparts and piled all around. Then the Earl gave orders where each of his chief men was to attack; he himself and the men of Orkney from the south, Erling and Aslak from the west, John and Guthorm from the east and Eindridi the Young from the north. When they were all prepared for the assault, they set fire to the wood-piles, and the Earl made this verse:
Most admired of maidens,
gold-decked at our meeting,
Ermingerd the exquisite
once offered me her wine --
now fiercely we bear fire
up to the fortress,
assault the stronghold
with unsheathed sword-thrust.They attacked ferociously with iron and fire, hurling a shower of missiles into the fortress, this being the only way they could assault it. The defenders held the ramparts none too decisively, poured down burning sulphur and pitch, though this did little harm to the Earl's men. Eventually, as Erling had foreseen, the ramparts started crumbling before the fire, leaving huge gaps where the mortar failed to hold. (pp. 169-170)
Recommendation: Recommended.
****
Orkneyinga Saga: The History of the Earls of Orkney, Palsson & Edwards, trs. and eds., Penguin (New York: 1981).