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<h2 id="c10"><span class="h2line1">Chapter X</span> <br/><span class="h2line2">Frithiof’s Voyage</span></h2> <p>Cold blew the wind; day by day the skies darkened; deck and mast, sail and rudder were covered thick with ice and frost. Frithiof was already far from his native shores when suddenly black storm clouds overspread the heavens and a fearful tempest arose. The sea was stirred to its depths; waves mountain-high threatened to engulf the ship, which tossed helplessly amid the boiling surges. But Frithiof exulted in the fury of the elements; the wild scene upon which he gazed was but a reflection of the storm that raged within his breast. Still the tempest increased; showers of hailstones rattled down upon the deck and on the numbed hands of the warriors at the helm. A gust of wind tore away the cordage; planks and timbers groaned and creaked; huge billows swept the deck; and higher and higher rose the water in the hold despite all the efforts of the ship’s people, who now gave themselves up for lost. Even to Frithiof it seemed death was nigh.</p> <div class="pb" id="Page_60">60</div> <p>“It is Helge that hath sent this storm upon us,” said one, “and who may withstand witchcraft?”</p> <p>“Look!” cried another, “yonder swims a whale and bears on its back two sea-fiends! One is wrapped in the hide of the ice-bear; the other hath the shape of a sea-eagle, with black wings flapping. Woe unto us! ’tis the sea trolls, Heid and Ham! We are lost!” But Frithiof, summoning his friend Björn to take the helm, hastened to reassure the terror-stricken crew. His words put fresh courage in their hearts, and with redoubled strength they began once more to struggle against the fury of the storm.</p> <p>“Courage, friends!” he shouted; “those who trust in the gods are safe from the power of evil spirits.” Then, springing to the ship’s prow, he chanted:</p> <div class="verse"> <p class="t0">Now “Ellida,” show us</p> <p class="t0">Whether, as ’tis boasted,</p> <p class="t0">Hero-wood thy bosom holds!</p> <p class="t0">Listen! Art thou truly</p> <p class="t0">Ægir’s God-sprung daughter?</p> <p class="t0">Dash with thy strong keel, and</p> <p class="t0">Cleave yon spell-charmed whale!</p> </div> <div class="pb" id="Page_61">61</div> <p>With one bound the dragon clove the Troll-whale’s body, and down it sank beneath the waves.</p> <div class="verse"> <p class="t0">Then, at once, the Hero hurleth</p> <p class="t0">Two sharp spears; the ice-bear’s hide</p> <p class="t0">Pierceth one—the other springeth</p> <p class="t0">Through the pitch-black eagle’s side!</p> </div> <p>Instantly the storm subsided. The sun broke through the clouds and the waves no longer swept the deck. Soon the sea was as smooth as glass, and there before them lay the islands ruled by Augantyr. But the weary rowers could no longer move their arms, the warriors were forced to lean for support upon their swords. When the ship touched land, Björn carried four and Frithiof eight of the exhausted men ashore. Food and drink were then brought from the ship, and all refreshed themselves with a hearty meal.</p> <div class="pb" id="Page_62">62</div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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