Chapter VI

King Ring

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.

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:

"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."

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:

"'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!"

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.

"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.

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.

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