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FRITHIOF’S SAGA 107
"Fair Ingborg, ye monarchs, I love as my life,
And your sister I ask of you now for my wife;
This union, too,
Was ever King Bele’s purpose true.
"In Hilding’s home brought up we were,
As young trees grow together fair;
And our fates above
Hath Freya woven in gold threads of love.
"No King, no Yarl was my sire, I own;
But long shall his name in song live on.
The fame of our race
Is witnessed in many a burial-place.
"’Twere easy for me to win kingdom and land,
But that better I cherish my native strand;
Where with love I ’11 watch o’er
The court of the King and the hut of the poor.
"We stand on the grave of great Bele; he hears
Below us my word, which adjures you with prayers;
For this boon from you
With Frithiof your buried sire doth sue."
Then rose King Helge, and cried with scorn,
" Our sister was ne’er for a vassal born;
A king’s son alone
Shall Valhalla’s beautiful daughter own.
"Go! style thyself first in the North in thy pride;
Win maids with thy word, and win men with thy might:
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