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romantic ballads-第9章

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And now comes forth the sixth good shield A linden is thereupon; And that by young Sir Humble is borne; King Abelon's eldest son。

There shines upon the seventh good shield A spur; of a fashion so free; And that is borne by Hogan; the less; Because he will foremost be。

There shines upon the eighth good shield A gray wolf; meagre and gaunt; Is borne by youthful Ulf van Jern; Beware how him you taunt!

There shine upon the ninth good shield Three arrows; and white are they; Are borne by Vidrik Stageson; And trust that gallant you may。

There shines upon the tenth good shield A fiddle; and 'neath it a bow; That's borne by Folker Spillemand; For drink he will sleep forego。

There shines upon the eleventh shield A dragon that looks so dire; Is carried by Orm; the youthful swain; He trembles at no man's ire。

And; now; behold the twelfth good shield; And upon it a burning brand; Is borne by stout Sir Vifferlin Through many a prince's land。

There stands upon the thirteenth shield A sprig of the mournful yew; That's borne by Harrald Griskeson; And he's a comrade true。

There stand upon the fourteenth shield A cloak; and a mighty staff; And them bore Alsing; the stalwart monk; When he beat his foes to chaff。

And now comes forth the fifteenth shield; And upon it three naked blades Are borne by good King Esmer's sons; In their wars and furious raids。

There stands upon the sixteenth shield; With coal…black pinion; a crow; That's borne by rich Count Raadengaard; The dark Runes well can he throw。 {19}

There shines upon the seventeenth shield A horse; so stately and high; Is borne by Count Sir Guncelin; 〃Slay! slay! bide not;〃 is his cry。

There shine upon the eighteenth shield A man; and a fierce wild boar; Are borne by the Count of Lidebierg; His blows fall heavy and sore。

There shines upon the nineteenth shield A hound; at the stretch of his speed; Is borne by Oisten Kiaempe; bold; He risks his neck without heed。

There shines upon the twentieth shield; Among branches; a rose; so gay; Wherever Sir Nordman comes in war; He bears bright honour away。

There shines on the one…and…twentieth shield A vase; and of copper 't is made; That's borne by Mogan Sir Olgerson; He wins broad lands with his blade。

And now comes forth the next good shield; With a sun dispelling the mirk; And that by Asbiorn Milde is borne; He sets the knights' backs at work。 {20}

There shines on the three…and…twentieth shield An arm; in a manacle bound; And that by Alvor Sir Lange is borne; To the heroes he hands mead round。

Now comes the four…and…twentieth shield; And a bright sword there you see; And that by Humble Sir Jerfing is borne; Full worthy of that is he。

There shines upon the next good shield A goss…hawk; striking his game; That's borne by a knight; the best of all … Sir Iver Blaa is his name。

Now comes the six…and…twentieth shield; A jav'lin there you spy; Is borne by little Mimring Tan; From no one will he fly。

Such knights and bearings as were there; And who can them all relate; It was Sivard; the Snaresvend; No longer he deign'd to wait。

〃If there be one of the Dane king's men; Who at Dyst {21} is willing to ride; Let him; I pray; without pause or delay; Meet me by the wild wood's side。

〃The man among you; ye Danish court men; Who at Dyst has won most meeds; Him I am ready to fight; this day; For both of our noble steeds。〃

The heroes cast the die on the board; The die it roll'd so wide: 〃Since; young Sir Humble; it stops by thee; 'Gainst Sivard thou must ride。〃

Sir Humble struck his hand on the board; No longer he lists to play: I tell you; forsooth; that the rosy hue From his cheek fast faded away。

〃Now; hear me; Vidrik Verlandson; Thou art so free a man; Do lend me Skimming; thy horse; this day; I'll pledge for him what I can:

〃Eight good castles; in Birting's land; As pledges for him I'll set; My sister too; the lily…cheek'd maid; A fairer thou ne'er hast met:

〃Eight good castles; and eight good knights; I'd scorn to offer thee less: If Skimming should meet any hurt this day; My sister thou shalt caress。〃

〃If yonder mountains all were gold; And yonder streams were wine; The whole for Skimming I would not take; I bless God he is mine。

〃Sivard is a purblind swain; Sees not to his faulchion's end: If Skimming were hurt thou couldst not pay me With the help of thy every friend。

〃The sword it whirls in Sivard's hand; As whirl the sails of the mill; If thou take Skimming 'gainst that wild fool; 'T is sorely against my will。〃

Humble; he sat him on Skimming's back; So gallantly can he ride; But Skimming thought it passing strange That a spur was clapt to his side。

The first course that together they rode; So strong were the knightly two; Asunder went Humble's saddle…ring; And a furlong his good shield flew。

〃Methinks thou art a fair young swain; And well thy horse canst ride; Dismount thee; straight; and gird up thy steed; I am willing for thee to bide。〃

The second course that together they rode Was worthy of knights renown'd; Then both their saddles burst in two; And Humble was sent to the ground。

〃Now have I cast thee from thy steed; Thy courser by right is mine; But; tell me; youthful and gallant swain; Who art thou; and of what line?

〃Now have I won from thee the prize; And Skimming belongs to me; But; tell me; youthful and gallant swain; What parents gave birth to thee?〃

〃Abelon is my father's name; He sits upon Birting's throne: Queen Ellina my mother is; And that for truth is known。

〃Queen Ellina my mother is … A Queen whom all admire; Good King Abelon Haardestaal; So call they my hoary sire。

〃And who am I; but Humble; the young; A knight of Birting's land; Of hero race; whose fame extends To the wide earth's farthest strand。〃

〃If Abelon be thy father's name; The courser I straight restore; Thou art; I find; my very good friend; I knew thee not; youth; before。

〃If Queen Ellina thy mother is; Then Skimming thou hast rewon; Thou art; indeed; my very good friend; Thou art my sister's son。

〃Take both the shield ropes; take them straight; And bind me to yon oak tree; Then hie thee back to King Diderik; And say thou hast conquer'd me。〃

In came Humble; the youthful knight; Was clad in a kirtle; green; 〃O!  I have got my courser again; And have bound the warrior keen。〃

In came Humble; with boot and spur; He cast on the table his sword: 〃Sivard stands in the green wood bound; He speaks not a single word。

〃O; I have been to the wild forest; And have seiz'd the warrior stark; Sivard there was taken by me; And tied to the oak's rough bark。〃

〃Now hear me; young Sir Humble; the knight; 'T is plain a jest is meant; Whenever Sivard was bound by thee; 'T was done with his own consent。〃

It was Vidrik Verlandson; And he would fain know all。 〃O; I will ride to the wood; and see How Sivard endures his thrall。〃

Vidrik spoke to his burly groom: 〃Go; saddle me Skimming gray; For I will ride to the wood; and hear What Sivard himself will say。〃

Sivard stands in the good green wood; There sees he Vidrik ride: 〃If Vidrik finds me bounden here; He'll hew my rib…bones from my side。〃

Then loud laugh'd Vidrik Verlandson; And Skimming began to neigh; For Sivard rooted the oak tree up; He dar'd no longer stay。

The queen she sat in the high; high; loft; And thence look'd far and wide: 〃O there comes Sivard Snaresvend; With a stately oak at his side。〃

Then loud laugh'd fair Queen Gloriant; As she look'd on Sivard full: 〃Thou wert; no doubt; in great; great need; When thou such flowers didst pull。〃

The King he stood at the castle gate; In his robes and kingly crown: 〃O there comes Sivard Snaresvend; And he brings us Summer to town。〃{22}

Now dance the heroes by Brattingsborg; They dance in their coats of felt; There dances Sivard; the purblind swain; With an oak tree under his belt。



VIDRIK VERLANDSON。 FROM THE OLD DANISH。



King Diderik sits in the halls of Bern; And he boasts of his deeds of might; So many a swain in battle he's fell'd; And taken so many a knight。

King Diderik sits in the halls of Bern; And he strikes his moony shield; 〃O; would that I knew of a hero now; 'Gainst whom I could take the field。〃

Then answer'd Maste

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