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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 157
Then straightway from his head the guest let fall the rugged
hide,
And in the old man’s place they all a noble youth espied;
Down from his lofty forehead, o’er his broad shoulders’
might,
Fell down, like waves of molten gold, his locks in
splendor bright.
In azure velvet mantle stood he, gorgeously arrayed,
With silver belt, a hand in width, and beasts thereon
displayed,
Fiercely their prey pursuing around the hero’s waist,
By some laborious master in high-wrought beauty chased.
Around his mighty arm he wore a golden bracelet wide,
Like a flash of bridled lightning hung his war-sword at his
side;
A royal, fearless glance around the hall and guests he bore,
And stood, like Balder beauteous, brave and proud as
mighty Thor.
Swift to the gentle Queen’s pale cheeks the crimson color
sped;
So, ’neath the glow of northern lights, wide plains of snow
blush red;
And, as twin water-lilies, by sudden storm Oppressed,
Flutter above the billows, so heaved her gentle breast.
The horn was blown for silence,come was the votive hour,
To Frey’s high feast devoted they carry in the boar:
Its shoulders decked with flowers, its mouth an apple held,
And, with knees beneath it bended, the silver dish it filled.
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