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Title: Child Stig And Child Findal Author: George Borrow [More Titles by Borrow] Child Stig and Child Findal two brothers were they, Child Stig serves the Dane King in bower and hall, Child Stig by the board of the Monarch he stood, "Full seven years I have been Lord of the Rune, With his right hand he skinked the wine and the mead To cast them on Kirstin the gallant Stig meant, O pallid as ashes the gallant Stig grew, The gallant Child Stig placed his cap on his head, "Dear Foster dame, give me some counsel, I pray, "To cast the Rune letters at Kirstin I meant, "I will mount my good courser so true and so tried, Said she: "Shouldst thou travel all Finland around, "And e'en shouldst thou ride to the earth's farthest land, "But, Child Stig, I advise thee, call up a good heart, "She'll tap on the door of thy chamber, I ween, "But ten fingers has she, so tiny and small, "She will set herself down on the side of thy bed, "So fondly she'll stroke thy fair cheek in the dark, "She'll kiss thee full oft on thy lips rosy red, Child Stig he gave ear to his foster dame's rede, 'Twas late in the even, and down fell the dew, The lovely maid she her blue mantle put on, On the door of the chamber begins she to knock: "At the Ting to appear, I have summoned no wight, She's fingers, ten fingers, so tiny and small, Fifteen iron nails, and a big stud of brass, She sat herself down by the side of the bed, She kissed him full oft on his mouth rosy red, In her arms the young Stig she so fondly did press, Child Stig he awoke, and cast up his eyes: "If I cannot, Rigissa, my rest for thee take, "O thou may'st complain if thou feelest inclin'd, The very next morning ere high was the sun, "Dear Lord, I have this to complain of to thee, The King in displeasure his footboy address'd: Rigissa came in, 'fore the table stood she: "O here is a knight doth complaint of thee make, "It is but God's truth that his chamber I sought, "Steel, glowing steel, I will bear on my hand, Long stood the Dane King, full of thought was his head: All hearts in the Dane King's palace were gay, There was pleasure and smiling in every look, Child Stig he brews ale, and the wine doth prepare, The King and his gallant men all biddeth he, Outspake the fair Queen, on her steed as she rode: And thereto the page at her bridle replied: "Within with the richest of gold it is graced, And, lo, when the gate of the castle they gained, And when in procession they entered the court, In the midst of the court was a silver trough long, Above spread the poplar and linden their shade, An apartment they entered, full lofty and fair, All of red amber composed was the floor, The table it was of the red shining gold The walls were constructed of fair marble stone, On the floor they are dancing with rapture so high, Straight and slim as a sapling Child Stig dances up, Child Stig to the health of his bonny bride quaffed, The forest it bloomed, the boughs leaves put forth-- Late in the evening the mist it descends, Now gallant Child Stig has o'ercome his distress, And Damsel Rigissa is free from her fright, [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |