Frithiof and Ingeborg in the Temple of Balder by unknown artist 1914
"Now Halfdan sits alone on Bele's throne. Offer him thy hand, sacrifice to the Gods thy wrath: this sacrifice Balder and I, his priest, demand of thee, in token that thou dost seek reconciliation in all singleness of heart. If thou canst not do this, then is all thy penitence a mockery, then had the temple better been left unbuilt, and all my words are wasted breath."
Here Halfdan stepped across the brass threshold and, with a timid look which well became his boyish beauty, stood on one side, apart from the dread Sea-King, silent and expectant. Slowly Frithjof loosed from his belt the sword, the dagger too, and laid them on the altar; his gold-rimmed shield he leaned against it, then, unarmed, approached his boyhood's friend, so untowardly turned into a foe.
"In this our feud," he said in gentle accents, "he who first holds out his hand for peace is the winner."
King Halfdan, flushing with joy, ungloved his hand and laid it in that other hand, and the two, long-parted, joined in a new-made bond, as strong and firm as their native rocks. The aged priest now solemnly spoke the words which loosed the ban and took the curse from the head late doomed to lie with wolves. And even as he spoke, Ingeborg entered, in bridal robes and ermine mantle, many noble maidens following her as stars the moon. With happy tears she fell upon her brother's breast and he gently placed her in Frithjof's arms. Then was performed the wedding rite, and, across Balder's altar, she gave her hand to the lover of her youth."
-Frithjof, the viking of Norway: and Roland, the paladin of France by Zénaïde Alexeïevna Ragozin; Chapter XX, pages 138-139
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Here Halfdan stepped across the brass threshold and, with a timid look which well became his boyish beauty, stood on one side, apart from the dread Sea-King, silent and expectant. Slowly Frithjof loosed from his belt the sword, the dagger too, and laid them on the altar; his gold-rimmed shield he leaned against it, then, unarmed, approached his boyhood's friend, so untowardly turned into a foe.
"In this our feud," he said in gentle accents, "he who first holds out his hand for peace is the winner."
King Halfdan, flushing with joy, ungloved his hand and laid it in that other hand, and the two, long-parted, joined in a new-made bond, as strong and firm as their native rocks. The aged priest now solemnly spoke the words which loosed the ban and took the curse from the head late doomed to lie with wolves. And even as he spoke, Ingeborg entered, in bridal robes and ermine mantle, many noble maidens following her as stars the moon. With happy tears she fell upon her brother's breast and he gently placed her in Frithjof's arms. Then was performed the wedding rite, and, across Balder's altar, she gave her hand to the lover of her youth."
-Frithjof, the viking of Norway: and Roland, the paladin of France by Zénaïde Alexeïevna Ragozin; Chapter XX, pages 138-139
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| Frithiof and Ingeborg in the Temple of Balder by unknown artist 1914. |
Source:
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/20740/20740-h/20740-h.htm#Illus17
Quote:
https://archive.org/stream/frithjofvikingof001835/frithjofvikingof001835#page/n161/mode/1up
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