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roamed the forest for game, Ingeborg, at the loom, wove
beautiful tapestries. Pictures of sea and grove, blue waters and waving
trees, grew under her deft fingers. Then she wove warriors on
horseback, with their shining shields and their bright red lances. Soon
the face of the leader was seen; 'twas the face of her brave playmate,
Frithiof.
In the long winter evenings around the fire, Ingeborg heard the story of
the gods. The light shining upon her fair face made her lovely as one of
the goddesses. Frithiof thought her hair as golden as Freya's treasure.

When darkness held the quiet earth They gathered round the welcome
hearth, And Hilding told them stories old Of gods and kings and heroes
bold.
So Frithiof and the lovely Ingeborg grew to love each other. But when
Hilding saw that the viking's son dared to love the daughter of a king,
he said: "Frithiof, my dear foster-son, in vain are your hopes. Ingeborg
is a king's daughter. Your reason should tell you that you cannot marry
her. Proud is King Bele of his family descended from the great god
Odin. He will have his daughter marry a prince, not a yeoman. Well do
I love you; brave and handsome are you and strong as any prince, but
you must forget your love for Ingeborg."
Then the brave youth smiled and said: "I am free-born, and never will I
yield. I killed the forest chief, and honour is mine for the deed. All
power is noble--Thor who hurls the thunderbolts is noble, although
Odin is king of the gods. So free-born men shall never yield though
kings are on the throne. In Thor's kingdom, where all strength is, worth
is king, not lineage. The sword always speaks with power; never will I
forget Ingeborg, but will fight all the world for her."
The free-born man will never yield, He owns the world's unconquered
field; Where worth and not descent is leader The sword is e'er a valiant
pleader.

King Bele and Thorsten
The words by an old man spoken should not be slighted
In the great palace stood the old King Bele and his friend, Thorsten the
faithful. Both had lived brave lives and longed for Valhalla, the home
of heroes.
"The evening of life comes over me," said King Bele, "but as death
draws nearer, the glory of heaven seems brighter. I have called our sons
to the throne room, dear friend, to speak words of warning and help.
To-morrow it may be that I shall sleep in death, and it will be too late."

[Illustration: King Bele and his sons]
Into the throne room came the two princes obedient to their father's
command. Helge, the elder, was dark and gloomy. Halfdan, the
younger, fair and gay, came with untroubled heart, thinking only of
games and hunting.
After these came Frithiof, son of Thorsten, taller and stronger than the
princes. He stood between the brothers, shining in beauty like the sun.
"Sons of my heart," said the king gently, "my life on earth is ending.
Rule the kingdom together. While you are united no power can destroy
you. Let freedom bloom through all the land, and use your power, O
Helge, as a shield for your people.
"The power the king possesses comes from the people, and foolish is
the ruler who is cruel and hears not their cry. The great and good king
is merciful, and kindness can do more than cruelty. Boast not of the
greatness of your ancestors. Each man uses but one bowstring, and that
is his own. Who cares for the worth that is buried? The good man is
true to his own heart, and thus makes himself great.
"A joyous spirit is yours, O Halfdan, and it is good. But idle talk is
needless and weakens kings. Hold fast to your friend and choose the
best, but do not give your love and faith to all men. Fools win no praise
though they be kings, but the wise are loved and honoured by all men,
no matter how lowly they may be."
Then Thorsten spake: "Not alone, O Bele, shall you go to Odin. Always
have we stood together, and death shall not divide us.
"Hear me, my son, my Frithiof, and slight not the words of the old.
"First, give the gods high honour, for good or ill, Storms come as well
as sunshine, by Heaven's will. Great strength is Heaven's dower; but,
Frithiof, learn That power devoid of wisdom, can little earn.
"Obey your king. One must be king, and others are happiest when

obeying wise directions. The shields of brave men are the best
protection for a country against the swords of an enemy, and law is the
best defence against treason. Young men should