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FRITHIOF’S SAGA 107
Ghastly, bewildered, disturbed; with awful Death he had
battled;
Bearing, moreover, the ring. W’T was dear-bought," oft he
repeated;
" Since in my life, save the time that I won it, I ne’er was
affrighted."
Far was that jewel renowned, and of jewels the first in the
Northland.
Ship Ellida, the last of the three, of its kind was a jewel:
Viking (so say they), as homeward he hied him back once
from battle,
Coasting the shore, espied a man on a frail spar of
driftwood
Carelessly tossing about; he seemed with the waves to be
sporting.
Tall, and of powerful form, was the man; his countenance
noble,
Joyous, but changing, like to the ocean playing in the
sunshine.
Blue was his mantle, belted with gold, with coral adorned;
Sea-green his hair, yet hoary his beard as the foam of the
ocean.
Hitherward Viking steered his snake to shelter the
outcast,
Took him perishing home to his house, and exercised
kindness:
Yet when the host to a chamber would lead him, the guest
laughed, exclaiming—
" Good are the winds, and my vessel, thou seest, is not to
be scorned;
Five score leagues (at least, so I hope) shall I traverse ere
morning.
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