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Then Helge, who liked the counsel thus given very well, took a small escort and went into Sweden; and when he reached its most famous city, Upsala, he forbore to enter, but sent in a messenger who was to invite Starkad to the wedding of Frode's daughter, after first greeting him respectfully to try him. This courtesy stung Starkad like an insult.
"It would not be unadvisable for you to whet your wits as well," Frode's daughter muttered scornfully, and somewhat rashly, since Elfgiva's wits had been sharp enough to guess the significance of her hand-maiden's interview with the young English noble, and the knowledge had given her a weapon which she was skilful in using.
He guessed that she loved him and he pitied her; but he could not forgive her unmaidenliness, he could not love her. Slowly and quite easily she felt her heart die in her breast, leaving only the shell, the husk, of what had been Randalin, Frode's daughter. Her first thought Was a vague wonder that after it she could breathe and move as if she were still alive.
Since Frode's daughter has told me who you are, I take it for granted that they were wrong, and that you came here with no worse intention than to obey her invitation." His glance sharpened a little as he pronounced those last words, and the girl's hands clasped each other more tightly as she perceived the snare in the phrase.
It chanced that in these days Arngrim, a champion of Sweden, who had challenged, attacked, and slain Skalk the Skanian because he had once robbed him of a vessel, came to Frode. Elated beyond measure with his deed, he ventured to sue for Frode's daughter; but, finding the king deaf to him, he asked Erik, who was ruling Sweden, to help him.
The wager shall be as you have made it; and may I lack strength if I do not deal with him " He paused, blinking like a startled owl, as his royal foster-brother leaped to his feet and fronted him with shouts of laughter. "You dolt, you!" Canute cried. "Do you not see it yet? Frode's child is a woman!" Rothgar's jaw dropped and his bulging eyes seemed in danger of following.
"Shall we pledge our friendship anew, Frode's daughter?" was all he said; but she knew from his look that he had taken her under his shield for all time to come; and it was something to know, now when her world seemed falling about her. For an instant, as she yielded her trembling fingers to his palm, her groping spirit turned and clung to him, craving his sympathy.
Can you not tell a retreat? Bid the horns blow " "The English!" bellowed Rothgar. "The English are flying Edmund's head! Yonder!" Frode's daughter had Viking blood, but she hid her face with a cry. There it was, high upon a spear-point, dripping, ghastly. Could the sun shine upon such a thing? Ay, and men could rejoice at it. Above the panic scream she heard cries of savage joy.
Erik advised him to win Frode's goodwill by some illustrious service, and to fight against Egther, the King of Permland, and Thengil, the King of Finmark, since they alone seemed to repudiate the Danish rule, while all men else submitted. Without delay he led his army to that country.
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