Unlike Starkad Ingild flung the example of his ancestors to the winds, and gave himself freer licence of innovation in the fashions of the table than the custom of his fathers allowed.  For when he had once abandoned himself to the manners of Teutonland, he did not blush to yield to its unmanly wantonness.  No slight incentives to debauchery have flowed down our country’s throat from that sink of a land.  Hence came magnificent dishes, sumptuous kitchens, the base service of cooks, and all sorts of abominable sausages.  Hence came our adoption, wandering from the ways of our fathers, of a more dissolute dress.  Thus our country, which cherished self-restraint as its native quality, has gone begging to our neighbours for luxury; whose allurements so charmed Ingild, that he did not think it shameful to requite wrongs with kindness; nor did the grievous murder of his father make him heave one sigh of bitterness when it crossed his mind.

But the queen would not depart without effecting her purpose.  Thinking that presents would be the best way to banish the old man’s anger, she took off her own head a band of marvellous handiwork, and put it in his lap as he supped:  desiring to buy his favour since she could not blunt his courage.  But Starkad, whose bitter resentment was not yet abated, flung it back in the face of the giver, thinking that in such a gift there was more scorn than respect.  And he was wise not to put this strange ornament of female dress upon the head that was all bescarred and used to the helmet; for he knew that the locks of a man ought not to wear a woman’s head-band.  Thus he avenged slight with slight, and repaid with retorted scorn the disdain he had received; thereby bearing himself well-nigh as nobly in avenging his disgrace as he had borne himself in enduring it.

To the soul of Starkad reverence for Frode was grappled with hooks of love.  Drawn to him by deeds of bounty, countless kindnesses, he could not be wheedled into giving up his purpose of revenge by any sort of alluring complaisance.  Even now, when Frode was no more, he was eager to pay the gratitude due to his benefits, and to requite the kindness of the dead, whose loving disposition and generous friendship he had experienced while he lived.  For he bore graven so deeply in his heart the grievous picture of Frode’s murder, that his honour for that most famous captain could never be plucked from the inmost chamber of his soul; and therefore he did not hesitate to rank his ancient friendship before the present kindness.  Besides, when he recalled the previous affront, he could not thank the complaisance that followed; he could not put aside the disgraceful wound to his self-respect.  For the memory of benefits or injuries ever sticks more firmly in the minds of brave men than in those of weaklings.  For he had not the habits of those who follow their friends in prosperity and quit them in adversity, who pay more regard to fortune than to looks, and sit closer to their own gain than to charity toward others.