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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 216
And lay me, ere its bond I slight,
In darkness low."
Shield-throned sat, with fearless eye,
Ring’s royal son,
As eagles’ young, from eyrie high,
Gaze on the sun.
But Time’s course, to the child’s young blood,
Seemed far too slow;
With royal bound, in courage proud,
He sprung below.
Loud rose the shout through all the Ting—
"We Northmen yield;
Rule us, as ruled thy father Ring,
Son of the Shield!
" Be Frithiof regent of thy house
Till grown art thou:
Yarl Frithiof, Ingborg as thy spouse,
We give thee now."
"A King’s election," Frithiof cried,
"Is held to-day,
But not a bridal: I my bride
Choose my own way.
"To Balder’s grove now must I speed,
For earnest speech
Prepared, my Nornes, full long delayed,
Are waiting each.
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