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Story No. 3471


Chapter XIV. King Ring's Gift to Frithiof

Book Name:

The Story of Frithiof the Bold

Tradition: Iceland

Early of a morning-tide one smote on the door of that hall, wherein slept the king and queen, and many others: then the king asked who it was that called at the hall door; and so he who was without said: "Here am I, Frithiof; and I am arrayed for my departure."

Then was the door opened, and Frithiof came in, and sang a stave:

              "Have great thanks for the guesting

              Thou gavest with all bounty;

              Dight fully for wayfaring

              Is the feeder of the eagle;

              But, Ingidiorg, I mind thee

              While yet on earth we tarry;

              Live gloriously! I give thee

              This gift for many kisses."

And therewith he cast the goodly ring towards Ingibiorg, and bade her take it.

The king smiled at this stave of his, and said: "Yea, forsooth, she hath more thanks for thy winter quarters than I; yet hath she not been more friendly to thee than I."

Then sent the king his serving-folk to fetch victuals and drink, and saith that they must eat and drink before Frithiof departed. "So arise, queen, and be joyful!" But she said she was loth to fall a-feasting so early.

"Nay, we will eat all together," said King Ring; and they did so.

But when they had drank a while King Ring spake: "I would that thou abide here, Frithiof; for my sons are but children and I am old, and unmeet for the warding of my realm, if any should bring war against it." Frithiof said: "Speedily must I be gone, lord." And he sang:

              "Oh, live, King Ring,

              Both long and hale!

              The highest king

              Neath heaven's skirt!

              Ward well, O king,

              Thy wife and land,

              For Ingibiorg now

              Never more shall I meet."

Then quoth King Ring:

              "Fare not away,

              O Frithiof, thus,

              With downcast heart,

              O dearest of chieftains!

              For now will I give thee

              For all thy good gifts,

              Far better things

              Than thou wottest thyself."

And again he sang:

              "To Frithiof the famous

              My fair wife I give,

              And all things therewith

              That are unto me."

Then Frithiof took up the word and sang:

              "Nay, how from thine hands

              These gifts may I have,

              But if thou hast fared

              By the last way of fate."

The king said: "I would not give thee this, but that I deem it will soon be so, for I sicken now. But of all men I would that thou shouldst have the joy of this; for thou art the crown of all Norway. The name of king will I give thee also; and all this, because Ingibiorg's brethren would begrudge thee any honour; and would be slower in getting thee a wife than I am."

Said Frithiof: "Have all thanks, lord, for thy goodwill beyond that I looked for! but I will have no higher dignity than to be called earl."

Then King Ring gave Frithiof rule over all his realm in due wise, and the name of earl therewith; and Frithiof was to rule it until such time as the sons of King Ring were of age to rule their own realm. So King Ring lay sick a little while, and then died; and great mourning was made for him; then was there a mound cast over him, and much wealth laid therein, according to his bidding.

Thereafter Frithiof made a noble feast, whereunto his folk came; and thereat was drunken at one and the same time the heritage feast after King Ring, and the bridal of Frithiof and Ingibiorg.

After these things Frithiof abode in his realm, and was deemed therein a most noble man; he and Ingibiorg had many children.

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