to the proposed combat.  The hour of the fight was appointed for the wedding-day by the common wish of both.  For any man who, being challenged, refused to fight, used to be covered with disgrace in the sight of all men.  Thus Helge was tortured on the one side by the shame of refusing the battle, on the other by the dread of waging it.  For he thought himself attacked unfairly and counter to the universal laws of combat, as he had apparently undertaken to fight nine men single-handed.  While he was thus reflecting his betrothed told him that he would need help, and counselled him to refrain from the battle, wherein it seemed he would encounter only death and disgrace, especially as he had not stipulated for any definite limit to the number of those who were to be his opponents.  He should therefore avoid the peril, and consult his safety by appealing to Starkad, who was sojourning among the Swedes; since it was his way to help the distressed, and often to interpose successfully to retrieve some dismal mischance.

Then Helge, who liked the counsel thus given very well, took a small escort and went into Sweden; and when he reached its most famous city, Upsala, he forbore to enter, but sent in a messenger who was to invite Starkad to the wedding of Frode’s daughter, after first greeting him respectfully to try him.  This courtesy stung Starkad like an insult.  He looked sternly on the youth, and said, “That had he not had his beloved Frode named in his instructions, he should have paid dearly for his senseless mission.  He must think that Starkad, like some buffoon or trencherman, was accustomed to rush off to the reek of a distant kitchen for the sake of a richer diet.”  Helge, when his servant had told him this, greeted the old man in the name of Frode’s daughter, and asked him to share a battle which he had accepted upon being challenged, saying that he was not equal to it by himself, the terms of the agreement being such as to leave the number of his adversaries uncertain.  Starkad, when he had heard the time and place of the combat, not only received the suppliant well, but also encouraged him with the offer of aid, and told him to go back to Denmark with his companions, telling him that he would find his way to him by a short and secret path.  Helge departed, and if we may trust report, Starkad, by sheer speed of foot, travelled in one day’s journeying over as great a space as those who went before him are said to have accomplished in twelve; so that both parties, by a chance meeting, reached their journey’s end, the palace of Ingild, at the very same time.  Here Starkad passed, just as the servants did, along the tables filled with guests; and the aforementioned nine, howling horribly with repulsive gestures, and running about as if they were on the stage, encouraged one another to the battle.  Some say that they barked like furious dogs at the champion as he approached.  Starkad rebuked them for making themselves look ridiculous with such an