So they did as he bade, and Frithiof fared to the Uplands in the autumn, for he desired sore to look upon the love of King Ring and Ingibiorg. But or ever he came there he did on him, over his clothes, a great cloak all shaggy; two staves he had in his hand, and a mask over his face, and he made as if he were exceeding old.
So he met certain herdsmen, and, going heavily, he asked them: “Whence are ye?” They answered and said: “We are of Streitaland, whereas the king dwelleth.”
Quoth the carle: “Is King Ring a mighty king, then?”
They answered: “Thou lookest to us old enough to have cunning to know what manner of man is King Ring in all wise.”
The carle said that he had heeded salt-boiling more than the ways of kings; and therewith he goes up to the king's house.
So when the day was well worn he came into the hall, blinking about as a dotard, and took an outward place, pulling his hood over him to hide his visage.
Then spake King Ring to Ingibiorg: “There is come into the hall a man far bigger than other men.”
The queen answered: “That is no such great tidings here.”
But the king spake to a serving-man who stood before the board, and said: “Go thou, and ask yon cowled man who he is, whence he cometh, and of what kin he is.”
So the lad ran down the hall to the new-comer and said: “What art thou called, thou man? Where wert thou last night? Of what kin art thou?”