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<h2 id="c6"><span class="h2line1">Chapter VI</span> <br/><span class="h2line2">King Ring</span></h2> <p>There reigned at this time in the far North a King named Ring, no longer young, but gentle and kindly as Balder himself, and sage as Mimir, who guards the fount of Wisdom. His realm was peaceful as a grove of the gods. The greenwood never echoed to the clash of arms, nor were the cornfields trampled by the hoofs of battle steeds. Justice held sway upon the Seat of Judgment about which the people gathered to hold their Ting, or general assembly, where each man had a voice in the affairs of the kingdom. Thither came many a white-sailed vessel, bringing treasures from a hundred coasts, in exchange for the country’s rich abundance. Wisely and well had King Ring guided the destinies of his people for more than thirty years, and prayers for his welfare ascended daily to Odin’s throne.</p> <div class="pb" id="Page_45">45</div> <p>One day the King sat with his warriors in the royal hall. Long was the feast, and many a horn of foaming mead was drained; but at last he pushed back his gold chair from the board, while all the chiefs arose to do honor to the words of their lord. Sighing deeply, he began:</p> <p>“My noble Queen was taken, as ye know, from out these mists of earth, and now in Frigga’s heavenly bower sits enthroned in purple robes. Naught remains to me but the flower-decked grave-mound where she lies. She was the treasure of my life. But my babes suffer for a mother’s care; the country lacks a queen. King Bele, who was often wont to be our honored guest, now also shares Valhalla’s joys; but he hath left a daughter, as fair, they say, as the lily and the rose in one, and her I choose to be my spouse. ’Tis true that she is young and like the Spring, while Winter’s frost has touched my locks with gray; but if it so be that she can trust an upright heart and nourish affection for helpless childhood in her breast, then will Autumn offer to the Spring its throne. Take gold from the vault-rooms, therefore, and gems and costly apparel from the chests, and go ye to Ingeborg’s brothers with my suit. Also let minstrels accompany you, that they may assist your wooing with song and harpstring.”</p> <div class="pb" id="Page_46">46</div> <p>A band of chosen warriors set out without delay and, reaching the Court of King Bele’s sons, made known their errand. Three days they waited for an answer, while Helge, instead of taking wise counsel on the matter, offered up horses and falcons on the sacrificial stone and searched the entrails to discover the will of the gods. But on the fourth day, Ring’s messengers demanded an answer; whereupon Helge, deluded by the signs he had perceived, curtly rejected the monarch’s suit and the giddy Halfdan added jestingly:</p> <p>“’Tis pity our feastings must have an end! Had King Graybeard but come hither with you, truly I myself would now have aided him to mount his horse!”</p> <p>Suppressing their wrath, the envoys returned to their master with King Helge’s answer; nor did they fail to relate the affront that had been offered them by Halfdan.</p> <p>“An evil hour shall it be for them, that sees King Graybeard on their shores!” cried Ring, as he smote the great war-shield that hung upon a linden tree in the castle courtyard. Swift throughout the land sped the summons to war, and soon a host of warriors had assembled. The haven was filled with dragon ships, and countless helm-plumes nodded in the breeze.</p> <div class="pb" id="Page_47">47</div> <p>When the message of war reached King Helge, he was seized with fear, and hastily despatched his sister Ingeborg to Balder’s temple, which was held sacred all over the Northland. None had ever dared to violate this sanctuary, and there he deemed her safe from King Ring and his warriors.</p> <div class="pb" id="Page_48">48</div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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