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XVIII
THE RIDE OVER THE ICE
King Ring to a banquet with Ingeborg hies;
The ice on the bay like a mirror lies.
"Sledge not over the ice," the stranger cried,
" ’T will break, and too deep is the frozen tide."
Quoth Ring,—"Not so easily kings are drowned:
Whoever’s afraid by the shore may go round."
How frowneth the stranger in angry heat!
He bindeth his steel shoes in haste to his feet.
How starteth the stallion forth with might,
Fierily snorting in fierce delight!
"Stride out," Ring crieth, "my charger good,
Let’s see that thou art of Sleipner’s blood."
They speed as storms over ocean speed:
The Queen’s prayers little King Ring doth heed.
Their steel-shod comrade standeth not still,
He flieth past them as swift as he will.
Many a Rune on the ice cutteth he;
Fair Ingborg’s name discovereth she.
So on their glittering course they go,
But Ran, the traitress, lurketh below.
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