Here Lucifer announced the night at end. Together with the witches he strode sure, Into the copper room his way to wend. The ancient witch the black-clad lovers bore Out to the field, then sank into the ground. Down to the earth the bowing witches bent; In surging sulphur flames forth at a bound, Vile Lucifer with thunderous roaring went. Bearslayer is discovered Bearslayer left his hiding place to go, And, passing through the rooms, he took with him A document he saw, as proof to show His presence there to witness evil grim. Although his fear grew less in starlit light, Regret and bitter feelings seized his heart.- Within the log once more he hid from sight, While Spidala to journey home made start. And as they flew, the crone her news revealed: "Bearslayer saw our feast this night," she said, "And watched your lovers, in the room concealed."- Straight Spidala grew pale and then turned red. In her impassioned heart love's traces died, And wicked hatred in her breast hard smote. "Why did you not say sooner? Then his pride Had ended in the dragon's fiery throat!" "Our master chose not thus to interfere, Because Bearslayer's life will soon be done. He hopes your log will bring him home from here- Instead your course to Staburags will run, With Sereniete thence flying fast. Through magic's spell then on her log escape, Your own into the whirlpool downward cast, From whence comes forth no-one of human shape." Scene 5: Bearslayer in Staburadze's Palace Bearslayer meets Laimdota Divinely worshipped Staburadze fair, With jewelled adornments on her robes decked round But with a weight of sorrow and deep care, From Destiny's Council home her path had found. Upon the Daugava's bank she bitter weeps, For Latvia mourns, the land she loves so well, That Staburags's might eternal sleeps, And lonely she with mortal folk must dwell. When future ages come, will she still weep And mourn the Baltic people's bitter lot, When from the very people she loves deep Their ancient fame has passed and been forgot?- But where our grandsires' faith still holds firm sway, She plays a part in life that never stops: On freezing morn she melts the frost away, And saves from harm the ploughman's tender crops. She warns the boatmen at the midnight moon, Lest they should fall into the whirlpool's grip. To shepherds and to travellers at the noon, She gives from bubbling springs a cooling sip. Since time began, one task she loves of all: She seeks chaste maids born on propitious days, And gives them shelter in her palace hall. She guards their virtue with her wisdom's ways, And teaches them, gives gifts, and clothes to wear.- Good fortune stands upon the mother's side, Into whose hearth there comes, surpassing fair, From "Staburadze's maidens" now a bride. Bearslayer's senses woke apace: He lay in Staburadze's bed, And gazed in wonder round the place, And pondered whence his path had led.