And the dragon-ship heard her master’s voice, and with her keel she smote the whale; so he died, and sank to the bottom of the sea, leaving the storm-fiends tossing upon the waves.
“Ho, spears and lances, help me in my need!” shouted Frithiof, as he took aim at the monsters.
And he transfixed the shrieking storm-fiends, and left them entangled in the huge coils of seaweed which the storm had uprooted.
“Ho, ho!” laughed rugged Bjorn, “they are trapped in their own nets.”
And so they were; and they were so much taken up with trying to free themselves from the seaweed and from Frithiof’s long darts, that they were unable to give any heed to the storm, which therefore went down, and Frithiof and his crew sailed on, and reached the Orkney Isles in safety.
“Here comes Frithiof,” said the viking Atle. “I know him by his dragon-ship.”
And forthwith the viking rose and went forth; he had heard of the strength of Frithiof, and wished to match himself against him.
He did not wait to see whether Frithiof came in enmity or friendship. Fighting was the first thing he thought of, and what he most cared for.
However, the viking had the worst of it in the battle.
“There is witchcraft in thy sword,” said he to Frithiof.
So Frithiof threw his sword aside, and they wrestled together, unarmed, until Atle was brought to the ground.
Then spake Frithiof: “And if I had my sword thou wouldst not long be a living man.”
“Fetch it, then,” replied Atle. “I swear by the gods that I will not move until thou dost return.”
So Frithiof fetched his sword, but when he saw the conquered viking still upon the ground, he could not bring himself to slay so honorable a man.
“Thou art too true and brave to die,” said Frithiof. “Rise, let us be friends.”
And the two combatants went hand in hand to the banquet hall of Angantyr, Jarl (earl) of the Orkney Islands.
A splendid hall it was, and a rare company of heroes was there; and all listened eagerly as Frithiof told his story, and wherefore he had come.
“I never paid tribute to King Bele, though he was an old friend of mine,” said the jarl, as Frithiof ended his speech, “nor will I to his sons. If they want aught of me, let them come and take it.”
“It was by no choice of my own that I came upon such an errand,” returned Frithiof, “and I shall be well content to carry back your answer.”
“Take also this purse of gold in token of friendship,” continued the jarl, “and remain with us, for I knew thy father.”
Thus Frithiof and the jarl became good friends, and Frithiof consented to stay for a while in the Orkney Islands; but after a time he ordered out his good ship “Ellide,” and set sail for his native land.
But fearful things had come to pass since he had left his home! Framnaeas, the dwelling of his fathers, was a heap of ruins, and the land was waste and desolate.