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160 FRITHIOF’S SAGA
King Bele’s skal we drink, ’t is true,
But he never governed me.
"His heirs, indeed, I never knew;
If tribute they demand,
Then let them sue as men should do,
Insisting sword in hand.
Then on the shore my sword shall shine;
But Thorsten held I dear."
And with his hand he gives a sign
To his daughter sitting near.
Up sprung the lovely Flower-charm
Forth from her gilded chair;
How slender was her little form,
How round her bust so fair.
In dimple deep was throned the sprite
Astrild, in roguish glee,
As sits the butterfly so bright
In the rose delightingly.
To the women’s chambers hasting,
She soon, with purse of green,
Returned, on which were rivers
Through woods, embroidered seen.
And there displayed, the calm moonlight
Seemed ocean to behold;
The clasp was made of rubies bright;
The tassels were of gold.
The maiden laid the purse so fair
In her great father’s hands,
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