Straightway whenas the kings were gone away Frithiof took his raiment of state and set the goodly gold ring on his arm; then went the foster-brethren down to the sea and launched Ellidi. Then said Biorn: “Whither away, foster-brother?”
“To Baldur's Meads,” said Frithiof, “to be glad with Ingibiorg.”,
Biorn said: “A thing unmeet to do, to make the gods wroth with us.”
“Well, it shall be risked this time,” said Frithiof; “and withal, more to me is Ingibiorg's grace than Baldur's grame.”
Therewith they rowed over the firth, and went up to Baldur's Meads and to Ingibiorg's bower, and there she sat with eight maidens, and the new comers were eight also.
But when they came there, lo, all the place was hung with cloth of pall and precious webs.
Then Ingibiorg arose and said:
“Why art thou so overbold, Frithiof, that thou art come here without the leave of my brethren to make the gods angry with thee?”
Frithiof says: “Howsoever that may be, I hold thy love of more account than the gods' hate.”
Ingibiorg answered: “Welcome art thou here, thou and thy men!”