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ver be sweet music as they slept, and across whose waves their spirits would hold converse as of yore. After the death of Thorsten, Frithiof took his land and ruled in his stead, with the aid of his two foster-brothers, Bjoern and Osmund. And he was now the owner of _Ellida_, the good ship which understood every word that was spoken to her, as though she were alive; and of two other heirlooms of priceless value. The first was a sword, Angurvadel it was named, which tradition said had been forged in Eastern lands by the dwarfs. Its hilt was of hammered gold, and the blade was covered with magic runes, which in peace were dull, but which flamed blood-red when the sword was brandished in war. The other was a marvellous arm-ring, carved with all the wonders of the heavens. It had always been the custom of the House of Thorsten to invite the household of the king each year to a banquet, and so, soon after he had succeeded to his father's place, Frithiof gave a feast more magnificent than any that had been given hitherto. For he knew that, with her two brothers, would come also Ingeborg the Fair, whom he loved with his whole heart. And while the two young kings sat at the board with hostile looks and downcast faces, this sweet princess laughed among her maidens like a sunny day in June. Her hair was as golden as the butter-cups in the spring meadows, her eyes were blue like a summer sea, and her face fair as a hawthorn bush when it first opens its buds of red and white. But Frithiof was silent in her presence, for he had no words save "I love thee" in his mind. After this festival, the two kings turned home again in deeper wrath than ever, for they saw how all men loved Frithiof and had him in honour. But after their departure, Frithiof grew silent and sad of countenance, and when his foster-brother Bjoern questioned him as to the cause he answered: "Sad am I because I love the Princess Ingeborg with all my heart, and now would I ask for her in marriage. But I am not of royal birth, and much I fear that my suit will be refused." "Let us at least make trial," said practical Bjoern; and so, together with a band of followers, they set off in the swift dragon-ship _Ellida_ to the strand where, upon their father's burial mound, the kings sat in judgment with their people. Then Frithiof stood forth and in manly words made his request for the hand of Ingeborg the Fair. But the kings said scornfully: "Think not tha
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