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 Still to sink the sailor dashes Implacable each angry wave; Gray, as if bestrewn with ashes, Yawns the endless, awful grave.

Then says Fridthjof:

For us in bed of ocean Azure pillows Ran prepares, On thy pillow, Ingeborg, Thou thinkest upon me. Higher ply, my comrades, Ellida's sturdy oars; Good ship, heaven-fashioned, Bear us on an hour.

The storm continues:

O'er the side apace Now a sea hath leapt; In an instant's space Clear the deck is swept.

From his arm now Fridthjof hastens To draw his ring, three marks in weight; Like the morning sun it glistens, The golden gift of Bele great. With his sword in pieces cutting The famous work of pigmied art, Shares he quickly, none forgetting, Unto every man a part.

Then says Fridthjof again:

Gold is good possession When one goes a-wooing; Let none go empty-handed Down to azure Ran. Icy are her kisses, Fickle her embraces; But we'll charm the sea-bride With our ruddy gold.