Sigurd Ring invited the old man to remove his mantle and take a
seat near him. With surprise Sigurd and his courtiers saw step from the
tattered mantle a handsome warrior, richly clad; but only Ingeborg knew
who he was.

"Who are you who comes to us thus?" asked Sigurd Ring.

"I am Thiolf, a thief," was the answer, "and I have grown to manhood in
the Land of Sorrow."

Sigurd invited him to remain, and he soon became the almost constant
companion of the king and queen.

One spring day Sigurd and Frithiof had ridden away on a hunting
expedition and the old king being tired from the chase lay down on the
ground to rest, feigning sleep. The birds and beasts of the forest drew
near and whispered to Frithiof that he should slay the king and have
Ingeborg for his own wife. But Frithiof was too fine and loyal to listen
to such suggestions.

Awaking, Sigurd Ring called Frithiof to him.

"You are Frithiof the Bold," he said, "and from the first I knew you. Be
patient now a little longer and you shall have Ingeborg, for my end is
near."

Soon after this Sigurd died, commending his wife to the young hero's
loving care. And at his own request the funeral feast was closed by the
public betrothal of Ingeborg and Frithiof.

The people, admiring his bravery, wanted to make Frithiof king, but he
would not listen to their pleadings. Instead he lifted the little son of
Sigurd upon his shield.

"Behold your king," he cried, "and until he is grown to manhood I will
stand beside him."

So Frithiof married his beloved Ingeborg, and later, so the story runs,
he returned to his own country and built again the temple of Balder,
more beautiful by far than any before.

WAYLAND THE SMITH

King Nidung had one daughter and three sons. The oldest son, Otvin, was
away from court, guarding the outposts of the country; the other two
sons were still children.

One day the two boys came with their bows to the great smith Wayland,
asking him to make arrows for them.

"Not today," the smith answered. "I have not time; and besides, even
though you are the sons of the king, I may not work for you without the
wish and consent of your father. If he is willing, you may come again;
but you must promise to do exactly as I tell you."

"What is that?" one of the boys ventured.

"You must," said Wayland, "come on a day when snow has freshly fallen,
and you must walk facing backward all the way."

The children cared little whether they wa