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The Fridthjof's Saga: A Norse Romance on Fridthjof

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Canto II. King Bele and Thorstein

Canto III. Fridthjof's Inheritance

Canto IV. Fridthjof's Courtship

Canto V. King Ring

Canto VI. Fridthjof Plays Chess

Canto VII. Fridthjof's Happiness

Canto VIII. The Parting

Canto IX. Ingeborg's Lament

Canto X. Fridthjof at Sea

Canto XI. Fridthjof with Angantyr

Canto XII. The Return

Canto XIII. Balder's Funeral Pile

Canto XIV. Fridthjof Goes Into Exile

Canto XV. The Viking Code

Canto XVI. Fridthjof and Bjorn

Canto XVII. Fridthjof Comes to King Ring

Canto XVIII. The Ride on the Ice

Canto XIX. Fridthjof's Temptation

Canto XX. King Ring's Death

Canto XXI. Ring's Drapa

Canto XXII. The King's Election

Canto XXIII. Fridthjof at his Father's Grave

Canto XXIV. The Reconciliation

Glossary"

Canto V. King Ring

Canto XIV. Fridthjof Goes Into Exile

Canto XVII. Fridthjof Comes to King Ring

Canto XXIV. The Reconciliation"

Pmb 113 > StartThe Small Print!For Public Domain EtextsStart** > Fridthjof'S Saga.

When, struggling, met they breast to breast, The hunter won, though hardly pressed, And brought the bearskin home"

"The free-born man will never yield, He owns the world's unconquered field; For fate can bind what she has broken, And hope is crowned with kingly token.

"All power is noble; Thor presides In Thrudvang, where all strength abides; There worth, and not descent, is leader,-- The sword is e'er a valiant pleader."

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He sat by her side and her soft hand he pressed; He felt in the pressure returned him thrice blest,"

His grief at her absence he sent by the dove,"

In sunshine now glitters the blue steel blade,-- Displaying its letters in flaming red. "My good sword loyal, Thy lineage at least," said Fridthjof, "is royal."

So saying, be severed at one fell blow The gold shield of Helge which hung on a bough."

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A leafy cottage near the meadow I'd build us by the dark-blue sea, And there we'd rest us 'neath the shadow Of many a golden-fruited tree;"

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Pmb 113 > StartThe Small Print!For Public Domain EtextsStart** > Ingeborg,

Pmb 113 > StartThe Small Print!For Public Domain EtextsStart** > Fridthjof At Sea.

See, before Ellide gliding,

Like an island floating free, Sea-whale on whose back are riding, Loathsome goblins of the sea. Heyd a snowy pelt, doth cover, Figure like a polar bear; Ham hath wings which, waving hover Eagle-like in stormy air."

Listen to my order; Are you Valhal's daughter? Strike with keel of copper, Gore the conjured whale!"

Brave Ellide hears Fridthjof's proud behest. With a spring she rears 'Gainst the monster's breast.

From the wound a stream is driving, To the skies 'tis quickly sped, Now the wounded monster diving, Roaring seeks his miry bed."

All at once the sun advances, Like a king doth he unveil, All enlivens, all entrances, Ship and billow, mount and dale. Last rays, gleaming now like amber, Tops of cliff and forest bound, Now each sailor well remembers The emerald shores of Efje Sound."

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Blows fell without cessation, Now deadly blows like rain, And now in quick rotation Each shield is cleft in twain."

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The western breezes that spring is bringing, Like nightingales in the sails are singing, And AEger's daughters in veils of blue About the rudder their sports pursue."

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Helge paled: he knew too well Whose that voice so ringing. Forth stood Fridthjof; his fierce words fell Like autumn storm winds singing.

"Here's the ordered tribute; it came Safe through the tempest's rattle; Take it; then here by Balder's flame, For life or death we'll battle."

Darkness swam before the eyes Of asas' kinsman sainted; Blood gushed forth, he could not rise, But near his altar fainted."

"Not for thee did Volund old Work its fair dimensions; The maiden wept, but the thief was bold; Away, such false pretensions.""

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Farewell thou royal Valhalla-throne! Thou night's-eye loyal, Midsummer sun! Thou sky unclouded As hero's soul! Thou vault star-crowded! Farewell, farewell!

Ye mountain ranges Where honor dwells, Creation's changes Your rune-face tells. Ye lakes and highlands I knew so well, Ye rocks and islands, Farewell, farewell!

Farewell ye grave-mounds Where the linden showers Near azure wave bounds The dust of flowers!"

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"If you yield but a pace you are parted from us; 'tis the law, you may act by your choice.

"If you win, be content; he who praying for peace yields his sword, is no longer a foe; "Prayer's a Valhalla-child, hear the suppliant voice; he's a coward who answereth no."

"Now three years have passed by since the land I beheld where heroic achievement prevails;"

"There's a flag on the mast and it points to the North, in the North is the land I hold dear; I will follow the course of the heavenly winds, and back to the Northland I'll steer.""

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Pmb 113 > StartThe Small Print!For Public Domain EtextsStart** > Fridthjof Comes To King Ring.

He chose for seat to rest him a bench beside the door,-- 'Tis now the poor man's station, as 'twas in days of yore; The courtiers all laughed loudly, with many a gibe and jest, And with the finger pointed to him in bear-skin dressed."

"In youth I rode a dragon upon the waters blue, Its wings were stout, and gayly and safely too it flew; But crippled now and frozen, it leaves the land no more, And I, grown old and weary, burn salt upon the shore."

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"Yes, l set on fire his temple. Fane-profaner call they me. Children shriek when I am mentioned, joy and gladness from me"

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Pmb 113 > StartThe Small Print!For Public Domain EtextsStart** > The King'S Election.

Then rose the cry on every hand: "Too small indeed The king's son is to rule our land, Our wars to lead."

But Fridthjof on his shield raised up The little boy: "Ye Norsemen, here behold your hope, Your king, your joy."

"I swear my lance and sword to set Round land and throne, And with the father's coronet To crown the son."

*Forsete"

But Fridthjof frowned: "To-day," said he, "Election make, But not a bridal; leave to me A bride to take."

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Pmb 113 > StartThe Small Print!For Public Domain EtextsStart** > The Reconciliation.

Pmb 113 > StartThe Small Print!For Public Domain EtextsStart** > Glossary.