Denmark -- History -- To 1241; Folklore -- Scandinavia
king with equal achievements; and not only showed the most complete
courage in his own person, but summoned back that which had been rooted
out of the heart of another. When the deed was done, he thus begun:
"King Ingild, farewell; thy heart, full of valour, hath now shown a deed
of daring. The spirit that reigns in thy body is revealed by its fair
beginning; nor did there lack deep counsel in thy heart, though thou
wert silent till this hour; for thou dost redress by thy bravery what
delay had lost, and redeemest the sloth of thy spirit by mighty valour.
Come now, let us rout the rest, and let none escape the peril which
all alike deserve. Let the crime come home to the culprit; let the sin
return and crush its contriver.
"Let the servants take up in a car the bodies of the slain, and let the
attendant quickly bear out the carcases. Justly shall they lack the
last rites; they are unworthy to be covered with a mound; let no funeral
procession or pyre suffer them the holy honour of a barrow; let them be
scattered to rot in the fields, to be consumed by the beaks of birds;
let them taint the country all about with their deadly corruption.
"Do thou too, king, if thou hast any wit, flee thy savage bride, lest
the she-wolf bring forth a litter like herself, and a beast spring from
thee that shall hurt its own father.
"Tell me, Rote, continual derider of cowards, thinkest thou that we have
avenged Frode enough, when we have spent seven deaths on the vengeance
of one? Lo, those are borne out dead who paid homage not to thy sway in
deed, but only in show, and though obsequious they planned treachery.
But I always cherished this hope, that noble fathers have noble
offspring, who will follow in their character the lot which they
received by their birth. Therefore, Ingild, better now than in time past
dost thou deserve to be called lord of Leire and of Denmark.
"When, O King Hakon, I was a beardless youth, and followed thy leading
and command in warfare, I hated luxury and wanton souls, and practiced
only wars. Training body and mind together, I banished every unholy
thing from my soul, and shunned the pleasures of the belly, loving
deeds of prowess. For those that followed the calling of arms had rough
clothing and common gear and short slumbers and scanty rest. Toil drove
ease far away, and the time ran by at scanty cost. Not as with some men
now, the light of whose reason is obscured by insatiate greed with its
blind maw. Some one of these clad in a covering of curiously wrought
raiment effeminately guides the fleet-footed (steed), and unknots his
dishevelled locks, and lets his hair fly abroad loosely.
"He loves to plead often in the court, and to covet a base pittance, and
with this pursuit he comforts his sluggish life, doing with venal tongue
the business entrusted to him.
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