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Many centuries ago, there reigned in Norway a famous king called Beli, with a family of two sons and a daughter. When the daughter, whose name was Ingeborg, had reached her seventh birthday, the king said to Thorsten, one of his most faithful and devoted followers, who had been constantly by his side: " My daughter Ingeborg is the joy and pride of my heart, and I wish her to grow up wise and sensible, as becomes a king's daughter. There is too much bustle and excitement in the palace and I have determined to send her to live in the house of the sage Hilding, that she may learn wisdom from his aged lips. Your son Frithiof has always been her playmate, and she is too young to go away alone; let him go and be educated with her."

Thorsten's heart was moved at the proposal which the king made to him, and he replied, that he would gladly consent to his sovereign's wish, which he regarded as a very great honor to himself and a boon to his son.

The dwelling of Hilding, surrounded with gardens and wooded hills, lay near to the sea, and in this retired and beautiful spot Frithiof and Ingeborg were to pass the opening years of life. They were the choicest flowers of the north, and fair to look upon. The Princess Ingeborg was like a rosebud just bursting forth in freshness and perfume; while Frithiof was tall and slender, and reminded the beholder of a young oak, the crown of which is agitated by the wind, and sways from side to side like a helmet's plume. Never before were children In the Northland so blessed by the gods with health and beauty. Whether they listened with beaming eyes to their instructor as he told them the stories of the ancient heroes, or raced with each other on the flowery meadow, or danced in the fir-woods under the silver light of the moon, they always seemed to the observer like those fairies whose very appearance is a sign of good fortune, and fills the heart with glad expectation.