XIV
ONE MORNING early there was a knock at that door of the hall where the king, the queen and many others were sleeping. Asked the king who was calling at the door. Said he who was outside: Fridthjof is here. I am now busk and bowne for my departure. Then the door was opened. In stepped Fridthjof and sang this stave:
Now must I thank you.
Bountifully you have feasted
The feeder of the eagle.
Bowne am I for departure.
Ingeborg can I ne'er forget
While to both of us life is granted.
Fare she well I and take she
This costly gift for many kisses.
Therewith he threw the goodly ring to Ingeborg and bade her accept it. The king smiled at this stave and said: So, after all, it came to pass that she got more thanks for your winter quarters than I, and yet she has not been more kind to yo
