After this Hugleik was king, who is said to have defeated in battle at sea Homod and Hogrim, the despots of Sweden.

To him succeeded Frode, surnamed the Vigorous, who bore out his name by the strength of his body and mind.  He destroyed in war ten captains of Norway, and finally approached the island which afterwards had its name from him, meaning to attack the king himself last of all.  This king, Froger, was in two ways very distinguished, being notable in arms no less than in wealth; and graced his sovereignty with the deeds of a champion, being as rich in prizes for bodily feats as in the honours of rank.  According to some, he was the son of Odin, and when he begged the immortal gods to grant him a boon, received the privilege that no man should conquer him, save he who at the time of the conflict could catch up in his hand the dust lying beneath Froger’s feet.  When Frode found that Heaven had endowed this king with such might, he challenged him to a duel, meaning to try to outwit the favour of the gods.  So at first, feigning inexperience, he besought the king for a lesson in fighting, knowing (he said) his skill and experience in the same.  The other, rejoicing that his enemy not only yielded to his pretensions, but even made him a request, said that he was wise to submit his youthful mind to an old man’s wisdom; for his unscarred face and his brow, ploughed by no marks of battle, showed that his knowledge of such matters was but slender.  So he marked off on the ground two square spaces with sides an ell long, opposite one another, meaning to begin by instructing him about the use of these plots.  When they had been marked off, each took the side assigned to him.  Then Frode asked Froger to exchange arms and ground with him, and the request was readily granted.  For Froger was excited with the dashing of his enemy’s arms, because Frode wore a gold-hilted sword, a breastplate equally bright, and a headpiece most brilliantly adorned in the same manner.  So Frode caught up some dust from the ground whence Froger had gone, and thought that he had been granted an omen of victory.  Nor was he deceived in his presage; for he straightway slew Froger, and by this petty trick won the greatest name for bravery; for he gained by craft what had been permitted to no man’s strength before.

After him Dan came to the throne.  When he was in the twelfth year of his age, he was wearied by the insolence of the embassies, which commanded him either to fight the Saxons or to pay them tribute.  Ashamed, he preferred fighting to payment and was moved to die stoutly rather than live a coward.  So he elected to fight; and the warriors of the Danes filled the Elbe with such a throng of vessels, that the decks of the ships lashed together made it quite easy to cross, as though along a continuous bridge.  The end was that the King of Saxony had to accept the very terms he was demanding from the Danes.