. Frithjof, the viking of Norway : and Roland, the paladin of France. thou art welcome to it. Man of thine I will never call myself,Frithjof answered quick, in clarion tones ; I will be my own man, as my father wasbefore me. Stand by me, Angurwadel!Too long hast thou been idle ! And as he spoke, the blue lightning ofthe steel flashed forth from the silverscabbard ; the runes upon the blade burnedin angry red. Thou black-hearted King ! quothFrithjof sternly, were this spot not hal-lowed by the peace of a beloved grave,my trusty sword should teach thee a les-son. As it is, thou hadst best heed m
. Frithjof, the viking of Norway : and Roland, the paladin of France. thou art welcome to it. Man of thine I will never call myself,Frithjof answered quick, in clarion tones ; I will be my own man, as my father wasbefore me. Stand by me, Angurwadel!Too long hast thou been idle ! And as he spoke, the blue lightning ofthe steel flashed forth from the silverscabbard ; the runes upon the blade burnedin angry red. Thou black-hearted King ! quothFrithjof sternly, were this spot not hal-lowed by the peace of a beloved grave,my trusty sword should teach thee a les-son. As it is, thou hadst best heed myw^arning : see thou comest not too near itsrange! And turning to where King Helgesgolden shield hung on a limb of the oakbeneath which he sat, Frithjof with one 32 Frithjof mighty stroke cleft it in twain : the halvesfell to the ground with loud clang, and thehollow mound echoed the ominous sound.* Well done, friend Angurwadel! criedthe youth. Now lie still and dream ofnobler deeds ; thy blazing runes extinguishfor a while. Home now, across the bluewaters—home !. KING RING THE feast was ended. King Ringpushed back his carved gilt and Skalds arose, to hear theirlieges words ; for his wisdom and pietywere famed In all the lands of the own land was as a pleasure-ground ofthe gods. Never did those verdant val-leys, those shady woods, resound with theevil noises of war. Peacefully the cropsripened there, and the roses sat enthroned, severe yet gracious,on the granite judgment-seat. Peacealone paid the States yearly dues, ingolden grain, heaped high on the ground,more precious far than coined ore. Black-breasted ships sailed the waters with whitepinions, sent from a hundred lands, 34 Frithjof freighted with riches for the rich. Andfreedom dwelt with peace In happy har-mony. Loved as a father, the old Kingruled ; yet the peoples voice was raisedwithout fear or restraint at the Tine-meetings,^ and every man was free tospeak his mind there. Th
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