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Updated: May 20, 2025


If the Etheling should answer unheedingly or obscurely, so that it should not be made quite clear to the King But it appeared that the Etheling was equally anxious that Canute should not believe him the lover of Frode's daughter. His reply was distinct to bluntness: "Part of your guess is as wrong as part of it is right, King of the Danes.

The only man who can end it, while keeping quiet, is the one who has the friendship of the only woman among them to whose honor I would risk my life. I mean Randalin, Frode's daughter." Whether or not he heard Sebert's exclamation, he spoke on as though it had not been uttered.

He held out his hand, but when she took it in both of hers and would have saluted it reverently, he would not let her but instead raised her fingers to his lips. An odd note was in his voice. "Heavy is it for my tongue to say farewell to you, Frode's daughter," he said, "for your friendship has surpassed most other things in pleasantness to me."

"Not here, where she could come between. Besides, the King wants a thrust at you first. Nor have you yet greeted Randalin, Frode's daughter." His hand, which was itching for a sword, began to tear the fur from his cloak, and his lips curved in a grin that had in it little of mirth.

Apparently, at one time, judging from Frode's law, only chiefs and warriors were burnt. Not to bury was, as in Hellas, an insult to the dead, reserved for the bodies of hated foes. The buried "barrow-ghost" was formidable; he could rise and slay and eat, vampire-like, as in the tale of Asmund and Aswit.

When both alike had put into Rennes-Isle, Gotar, terrified by the greatness of Frode's name, sent ambassadors to pray for peace. Erik said to them, "Shameless is the robber who is the first to seek peace, or ventures to offer it to the good. He who longs to win must struggle: blow must counter blow, malice repel malice."

Then both went back to the nearest shore, where Gotar, when he learnt the mission of Erik, said that he wished for the sister of Frode, but would rather offer his own daughter to Frode's envoy, that Erik might not repent the passing of his own wife to another man. Thus it would not be unfitting for the fruit of the mission to fall to the ambassador.

At this time a certain son of Frode's brother held the chief command of naval affairs for the protection of the country, Now the king had a sister, Gunwar, surnamed the Fair because of her surpassing beauty. The sons of Westmar and Koll, being ungrown in years and bold in spirit, let their courage become recklessness and devoted their guilt-stained minds to foul and degraded orgies.

Then the water lost both the reflection and the face above it as a sweet voice sounded up the bank, calling, "Randalin! Randalin!" Picking up the branchful of scarlet berries which she had dropped, Frode's daughter moved toward the voice. "Are they about to go, Dearwyn?" she asked the little gentlewoman who came toward her around a hawthorn bush, lifting her silken skirts daintily.

"Yet for the good of the realm, I must lay on your odal one burden, Frode's daughter." "What is that, King?" "It is that before the year is out you take a husband who shall be able to defend your land in time of need." Her white cheeks went very red before him and then grew very pale again, while her breast rose and fell convulsively.

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