Fridthjof's Saga, by Esaias Tegnér

VI.

Fridthjof Plays Chess

Bjorn and Fridthjof chess were playing

On a board, whose squares displaying

Gold and silver deftly fitted,

Skill and beauty both combined.

Then stepped Hilding in. “Come nigher,”

Fridthjof said, “and sit thee higher

‘Till our game shall be completed, —

Foster-father kind.”

Hilding answered: “From the palace

I am come to you for solace.

Evil are the times at present,

You are all the people’s hope.”

Fridthjof said: “The foe encroaches,

Danger, Bjorn, your king approaches;

You can save him by a peasant. —

He is nothing, give him up.

“Fridthjof, anger kings no longer,

Lo, the eagle’s young grow stronger;

Ring may thwart, their weak endeavor,

Thou wilt surely find it hard.”

“Bjorn, I see you storm the tower.

And in vain your threatening power

‘Gainst the castle is; it ever

Safety seeks behind its guard.”

“Ing’borg sits in Balder’s dwelling,

Grief her constant tears compelling:

She should make thee seize thy armor

She with tearful eyes of blue.”

“Vain you strive my queen to capture,

Dear from childhood’s days of rapture;

Best of all, there’s nought shall harm her

Come what may, to her I’m true.”

“Fridthjof, art thou still unheeding

All thy foster-father’s pleading?

For thy foolish game art ready

I should go without a word?”

Fridthjof then arises, laying

Hilding’s hand in his, and saying:

“My resolve is firm and steady,

And my answer you have heard.

“Go to Bele’s sons and warn them,

Peasants love not those who scorn them;

To their power I bid defiance,

Their behests will not obey.”

“In thy chosen way abide thee,

For thy wrath I can not chide thee;

Odin must be our reliance,”

Hilding said, and went his way.

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