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FRITHIOF’S SAGA 107
What fate were best
For his sister, the beautiful Ingborg, decreed.
But the omens were evil, though anxiously tried
Each Vala and priest;
And Helge, by evil signs terrified,
"Nay!" sturdily cried,
" For men must yield to the god’s behest."
But merry King Halfdan laughingly cried,
"Oh! wasted feast,
Had King Greybeard himself chosen hither to ride,
Full gladly I’d
Have helped him myself to climb up on his beast."
The messengers hied them home angrily;
To their master’s ear
The tale they told, and loud swore he—
" Right speedily
King Greybeard this stain from his honor shall clear."
He smote on his war-shield, which hung at rest
On a linden-tree;
And his dragons sped over the sea in haste,
With blood-red crest;
And the helmet plumes waved merrily.
And to Helge the rumors of war came near.
In dread quoth he—
" King Ring is mighty, we’ve cause to fear,
So in Balder’s care
In the temple’t were better my sister should be."
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