Identifier: frithjofvikingof001835 (find matches)
Title: Frithjof, the viking of Norway : and Roland, the paladin of France
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: 1835-1924 1782-1846
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Publisher: New York London : G. P. Putnam's sons
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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Atle boastingly addressed him 72 Frithjof without a pretence of courteous greeting,such as is wont to pass even between foesabout to fight; but I will give thee thychoice : flight or fight. Or, if thou wiltsue for peace, I will befriend thee andtake thee to Angantyr. * I am sheer spent with the voyage,Frithjof replied angrily ; but ere I suefor peace, my sword will have a word tosay. Instantly Angurwadel flashes in thesunsets blaze, with every rune aflame.The blades clash loud and hard, deadlystrokes fall thick as hail, and both theshields at once are shattered into splinters.The champions stand firm as rooted trees ;but Angurwadels bite is sharpest, andAtles blade snaps off. * My sword, said Frithjof, has neverhurt a swordless man ; so, if thou haststomach for more, we 11 try another game. They wrestle ; breast to breast, like twogreat bears on the snow; they rush ateach other like furious eagles high abovethe sea. It seems as though rocks mightbe unseated and ancient oaks unearthed
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FRITHJOF IN SINGLE COMBAT. In Earl Angantyrs Hall Ji by shocks less ponderous. The heavydrops stand on the wrestlers brows, theirbreasts heave high and short, shrubs andstones fly all around. Their friends lookon aghast and fearful of the end, yet intheir hearts they praise alike each champi-ons bravery and skill. That fight waslong remembered in all the Northernlands. At last Frithjof felled his foe, and heldhim down with his knee. Had I but my sword, he cried, thoublack-bearded maniac, I should quicklymake an end of thee. Have thy will, was Atles proud re-tort. Go, get thy sword; I have nowish to run away. We both must seeValhalla some day; I go now, thou may-est follow me to-morrow. Frithjof seemed minded to take hisprostrate foes advice; already Angur-wadel was raised above him, yet Atle didnot stir. Such manliness touched thevictors generous heart; his anger fell, hecast the sword aside, and took the fallenman by the hand. 74 Frithjof Then Halwar raised aloft his white staff. *â

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