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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 94
His wretched gold in Nastrand’s waves should hide.
This day shall I depart.
ingeborg
And lea vest me?
FRITHIOF
Nay, nay, I leave thee not; thou, too, shalt come.
ingeborg
Impossible!
FRITHIOF
O Ingborg, hear me first.
Thy crafty brother seemeth to forget
That Angantyr had been my father’s friend,
As well as Bele’s; and he yet may give
With good will what I ask: should he refuse,
I have a sharp-tongued, mighty advocate
My cause to plead; it hangeth by my side.
The gold he loves to Helge I will send,
Freeing forever, thus, myself and thee
From service to this crowned hypocrite.
But we ourselves,, my Ingborg fair, will spread
Ellida’s sails; and over seas unknown
She ’11 bear us bounding to a happier land,
And find sweet shelter for our banished love.
What care have I for Northland, for a race
Who, when their priests but speak, in fear grow pale,
And rude would tear the flow’r-crowned cup of life
From out the sanctuary of my heart.
By Freya, nay, they never shall succeed.
None but a slave will to his mother-soil
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