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One day she demanded that I should play the school children, small, white-haired boys and girls, all of whom we had long learnt to know, a downright trick. I was to write a real love-letter to a nine-year-old little girl named Ingeborg, from an eleven or twelve-year-old boy called Per, and then Henrietta would sew a fragrant little wreath of flowers round it.
"Oh!" exclaimed Bagger, pressing his hand upon his forehead, and, as he at the next moment seized Ingeborg's hand, added with an eye which had become dim with joy, "Truly, I have had more fortune than sense." Ingeborg answered, smiling: "That ought he to expect who entrusts his fate to the wind's flying mail." From "The Flying Mail" Translated by Carl Larsen.
He ought to have known that the poor and unfortunate were always welcome in her kingdom. There was very little that could be done in this matter if no to-morrow dawned, mused Jan. But what if there should be one? Ah, then he would go and talk with Mad Ingeborg first thing. He closed his eyes and folded his hands. Anyway, it was a blissful relief to him that this anxiety had been stilled.
"I thought you're not in the habit of reading your letters," said Fru Ingeborg banteringly. Nikolai sat listening to us. "No," I returned. "Just say the word, and I'll burn them unread." Suddenly she turned pale; she had put her hand with a smile on the letters, brushing my hand as she did so.
Exhausted, confused, and unhappy, she looked up at him, and suddenly her delicate face was suffused with a faint flush. "Tak! O, mange Tak!" "You should not dance any more," he said gently. Then he looked around at them once more, at Hans and Ingeborg, and went out, leaving the verandah and the dance, and going up to his room.
I had to cling to my knife and fork so as not to throw the water-bottle at his head. Ingeborg presided meekly over the dishes, her ugliness more rampant than ever after the illusion of the mask.
"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. King Nidung had one daughter and three sons.
When eleven years old, Ingeborg began harmony with the composer Decker. She progressed quickly, and in her first concert, given a year later, was able to present creditable work of her own. Her success was decisive, and critics and public united in foretelling her great future. From that time on she gave annual concerts with orchestra, meeting growing favour.
But his two grandsons, Albert the Younger, of Mecklenburg, a son of Ingeborg, Waldemar's eldest daughter, and of Henry of Mecklenburg; and Olaf, a son of Margaret, his younger daughter, and of Hakon VI of Norway, were now claiming the hereditary succession to the throne. One party declared for Olaf, but, as he was the son of the younger daughter, his claim was very doubtful.
In the spring he held a great celebration, which the kings of Sogn and their sister Ingeborg, among many other guests, attended. Frithiof and Ingeborg were much together, and Frithiof was very happy to learn that Ingeborg returned his affection. Great was his grief when the time came for her to sail away.
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