Frithiof asking for Ingeborg
But King Helge refused Frithiof's words with scorn, saying: "Our sister was not for a peasant born! Kings should strive to win our Ingeborg. Boast not of your strength—women are won by words and not by force. As for my kingdom, I will defend that myself and do not need your help. If you wish to be my man your place is among my servants."
"Thy servant! No, never!" cried Frithiof. "My father had no master, nor shall I. Fly from your silver dwelling to avenge this insult, my good Angurvadel! You, at least, are royal. Were we not at the grave of thy father, O King, here would I teach thee not to come where my sword can reach."
With these words he struck the gold shield of Helge, and it fell in halves with a clang to the ground.
"Well done, my sword! Lie still and dream of great deeds to come! Now will we go home over the foaming billows."
So in anger did the noble Frithiof leave the presence of King Helge, and return to Framness, the house of his fathers.