A Sledge-Ride on the Ice

King Ring with his queen to the banquet did fare.
On the lake stood the ice so mirror-clear.

" Fare not o'er the ice, " the stranger cries;
" It will burst, and full deep the cold bath lies. "

" The king drowns not easily, " Ring outspake;
" He who 's afraid may go round the lake. "

Threatening and dark looked the stranger round,
His steel shoes with haste on his feet be bound.

The sledge-horse starts forth strong and free;
He snorteth flames, so glad is he.

" Strike out, " screamed the king, " my trotter good,
Let us see if thou art of Sleipner's blood. "

They go as a storm goes over the lake,
No heed to his queen doth the old man take.

But the steel-shod champion standeth not still,
He passeth them by as swift as he will.

He carves many runes in the frozen tide,
Fair Ingeborg o'er her own name doth glide.
Author of original: 
Esaias Tegn├®r
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