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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA
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Scarce wast thou gone when Ring drew near:
Five shields to one his warriors were.
In Disar’s vale by the brook they fought:
With blood-red foam were its waters fraught.
King Halfdan, unchanging, laughed and played,
Yet wielded, like a man, his blade;
Before the youth I held my shield,
And was proud of his well-fought maiden field.
Yet soon gave way our weakened host;
King Helge fled, and then all was lost.
The Asen-born, as they swiftly fled,
Passing, in flames thy dwelling set.
No choice to the vanquished Ring would leave:
Their sister they to him should give;
Naught should appease him save her hand:
Refused, he’d seize both their crown and land.
Backwards and forwards the messengers hied;
And now King Ring hath led home his bride."
"O woman, woman," Frithiof said,
"The earliest thought that Loke had
Was to frame a lie, and he sent it forth
In woman’s form to man on earth.
With false blue eye, and with faithless tear,
Deceiving ever, yet ever dear;
With rosy cheeks, and with bosom fair,
Thy faith like spring-ice, thy truth like air,
Thine heart but echoing with deceit,
And treachery set in thy lips so sweet.
O Ingborg, darling of my heart,
How dear thou hast been, and how dear thou art!
Far as I back my thoughts can guide,
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