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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 156
" What means below this uproar—who dares our peace to
break ?
Come up to me, thou greybeard, and answer when I speak.
What is thy name?—what wilt thou?—and where thy
fatherland?"
So spake the angry monarch; calm did the old man stand.
"Full much thou askest me, O King, yet answer will I
give:
Trouble thyself not for my name,its master still doth live;
The land of sorrow is my home; my birthright misery;
Last night I lodged with hungry wolves; thence come
today to thee.
"In days gone by full glad I rode on ocean-dragon free,
And mighty were the wings she had, and merrily sped she;
But now she lieth frozen up and lame upon the sand,
While I myself, grown old and weak, burn salt upon the
strand.
"I came to see thy wisdom, by fame so widely borne;
Those yonder mocked me scornfully, and I’m too old for
scorn;
I seized upon a grinning fool, and turned him upside
down,
Yet all unharmed he rose again, so, King, no longer frown."
"Not ill-beseeming," quoth the King, "thybold words are
to thee,
And age should all men honor; come, sit thee down by me;
Let’s see thee frank and freely; let thy thick covering fall:
Disguise disturbs enjoyment, and I wish joy to all."
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