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p>The Story Of Frithiof The Bold / 1875

      CHAPTER I. Of King Belt and Thorstein Vikingson and their Children

      Thus beginneth the tale, telling how that King Beli ruled over Sogn-land; three children had he, whereof Helgi was his first son, and Halfdan his second, but Ingibiorg his daughter. Ingibiorg was fair of face and wise of mind, and she was ever accounted the foremost of the king’s children.

      Now a certain strand went west of the firth, and a great stead was thereon, which was called Baldur’s Meads; a Place of Peace was there, and a great temple, and round about it a great garth of pales: many gods were there, but amidst them all was Baldur held of most account. So jealous were the heathen men of this stead, that they would have no hurt done therein to man nor beast, nor might any man have dealings with a woman there.

      Sowstrand was the name of that stead whereas the king dwelt; but on the other side the firth was an abode named Foreness, where dwelt a man called Thorstein, the son of Viking; and his stead was over against the king’s dwelling.

      Thorstein had a son by his wife called Frithiof: he was the tallest and strongest of men, and more furnished of all prowess than any other man, even from his youth up. Frithiof the Bold was he called, and so well beloved was he, that all prayed for good things for him.

      Now the king’s children were but young when their mother died; but a goodman of Sogn, named Hilding, prayed to have the king’s daughter to foster: so there was she reared well and needfully: and she was called Ingibiorg the Fair. Frithiof also was fostered of goodman Hilding, wherefore was he foster-brother to the king’s daughter, and they two were peerless among children.

      Now King Beli’s chattels began to ebb fast away from his hands, for he was grown old.

      Thorstein had rule over the third part of the realm, and in him lay the king’s greatest strength.

      Every third year Thorstein feasted the king at exceeding great cost, and the king feasted Thorstein the two years between.

      Helgi, Beli’s son, from his youth up turned much to blood-offering: neither were those brethren well-beloved.

      Thorstein had a ship called Ellidi, which pulled fifteen oars on either board; it ran up high stem and stern, and was strong-built like an ocean-going ship, and its bulwarks were clamped with iron.

      So strong was Frithiof that he pulled the two bow oars of Ellidi; but either oar was thirteen ells long, and two men pulled every oar otherwhere.

      Frithiof was deemed peerless amid the young men of that time, and the king’s sons envied him, whereas he was more praised than they.

      Now King Beli fell sick; and when the sickness lay heavy on him he called his sons to him and said to them: “This sickness will bring me to mine end, therefore will I bid you this, that ye hold fast to those old friends that I have had; for meseems in all things ye fall short of that father and son, Thorstein and Frithiof, yea, both in good counsel and in hardihood. A mound ye shall raise over me.”

      So with that Beli died.

      Thereafter Thorstein fell sick; so he spake to Frithiof: “Kinsman,” says he, “I will crave this of thee, that thou bow thy will before the king’s sons, for their dignity’s sake; yet doth my heart speak goodly things to me concerning thy fortune. Now would I be laid in my mound over against King Beli’s mound, down by the sea on this side the firth, whereas it may be easiest for us to cry out each to each of tidings drawing nigh.”

      A little after this Thorstein departed, and was laid in mound even as he had bidden; but Frithiof took the land and chattels after him. Biorn and Asmund were Frithiof s foster-brethren; they were big and strong men both.

      CHAPTER II. Frithiof wooeth Ingibiorg of those Brethren

      So Frithiof became the most famed of men, and the bravest in all things that may try a man.

      Biorn, his foster-brother, he held in most account of all, but Asmund served the twain of them.

      The ship Ellidi, he gat, the best of good things, of his father’s heritage, and another possession therewith—a gold ring; no dearer was in Norway.

      So bounteous a man was Frithiof withal, that it was the talk of most, that he was a man of no less honour than those brethren, but it were for the name of king; and for this cause they held Frithiof in hate and enmity, and it was a heavy thing to them that he was called greater than they: furthermore they thought they could see that Ingibiorg, their sister, and Frithiof were of one mind together.

      It befell hereon that the kings had to go to a feast to Frithiof s house at Foreness; and there it happened according to wont that he gave to all men beyond that they were worthy of. Now Ingibiorg was there, and she and Frithiof talked long together; and the king’s daughter said to him:—

                “A goodly gold ring hast thou.”

                 “Yea, in good sooth,” said he.

      Thereafter went those brethren to their own home, and greater grew their enmity of Frithiof.

      A little after grew Frithiof heavy of mood, and Biorn, his foster-brother, asked him why he fared so.

      He said he had it in his mind to woo Ingibiorg. “For though I be named by a lesser name than those brethren, yet am I not fashioned lesser.”

      “Even so let us do then,” quoth Biorn. So Frithiof fared with certain men unto those brethren; and the kings were sitting on their father’s mound when Frithiof greeted them well, and then set forth his wooing, and prayed for their sister Ingibiorg, the daughter of Beli.

      The kings said: “Not overwise is this thine asking, whereas thou wouldst have us give her to one who lacketh dignity; wherefore we gainsay thee this utterly.”

      Said Frithiof: “Then is mine errand soon sped; but in return never will I give help to you henceforward, nay, though ye need it ever so much.”

      They said they heeded it nought: so Frithiof went home, and was joyous once more.

      CHAPTER III. Of King Ring and those Brethren

      There was a king named Ring, who ruled over Ringrealm, which also was in Norway: a mighty folk-king he was, and a great man, but come by now unto his latter days.

      Now he spake to his men: “Lo, I have heard that the sons of King Beli have brought to nought their friendship with Frithiof, who is the noblest of men; wherefore will I send men to these kings, and bid them choose whether they will submit them to me and pay me tribute, or else that I bring war on them: and all things then shall lie ready to my hand to take, for they have neither might nor wisdom to withstand me; yet great fame were it to my old age to overcome them.”

      After that fared the messengers of King Ring, and found those brethren, Helgi and Halfdan, in Sogn, and spake to them thus: “King Ring sends bidding to you to send him tribute, or else will he war against your realm.”

      They answered and said that they would not learn in the days of their youth what they would be loth to know in their old age, even how to serve King Ring with shame. “Nay, now shall we draw together all the folk that we may.”

      Even so they did; but now, when they beheld their force that it was but little, they sent Hilding their fosterer to Frithiof to bid him come help them against King Ring. Now Frithiof sat at the knave-play when Hilding came thither, who spake thus: “Our kings send thee greeting, Frithiof, and would have thy help in battle against King Ring, who cometh against their realm with violence and wrong.”

      Frithiof answered him nought, but said to Biorn, with whom he was playing: “A bare place in thy board, foster-brother, and nowise mayst thou amend it; nay, for my part I shall beset thy red piece there, and wot whether it be safe.”

      Then Hilding spake again:

      “King Helgi bade me say thus much, Frithiof, that thou shouldst go on this journey with them, or else look for ill at their hands when they at the last come back.”

      “A double game, foster-brother,” said Biorn; “and two ways to meet thy play.”

      Frithiof said: “Thy play is to fall first on the knave, yet the

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