The Story of Frithiof the Bold

"Of such work shall I not speedily run dry, though," said Frithiof. Then they bore up north to the sounds nigh those isles that are called Solundir, and therewith was the gale at its hardest.

Then sang Frithiof:

"Now is the sea a-swelling, And sweepeth the rack onward; Spells of old days cast o'er us Make ocean all unquiet; No more shall we be striving Mid storm with wash of billows, But Solundir shall shelter Our ship with ice-beat rock-walls."

So they lay to under the lee of the isles hight Solundir, and were minded to abide there; but straightway thereon the wind fell: then they turned away from under the lee of the islands, and now their voyage seemed hopeful to them, because the wind was fair awhile: but soon it began to freshen again.

Then sang Frithiof:

"In days foredone From Foreness strand I rowed to meet Maid Ingibiorg; But now I sail Through chilly storm And wide away My long-worm driveth."

And now when