e lifted the offender in his mighty hand and swung him
high over his head.

At this 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.

[Illustration: FRITHIOF AND INGEBORG IN THE TEMPLE OF BALDER]

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,"