"Heroic youth, harsh is your lot: To fight these foes of false renown. The hidden ones dark secrets plot: Strike Spidala and Kangars down." "This little mirror with you take, To keep and hold, a sign of me. When evil ones grave danger make, Quick hold it up for them to see." "Their power will fail at your behest, When they the face of Perkons view!" And Staburadze, from a chest, As gift for him a mirror drew. She gave it, but a warning brought, To keep it and to guard it true. Bearslayer thanked her, but more sought: A keepsake from the maiden too. The maiden blushed and then her hand A ribbon loosened from her hair, His cap adorned then with this band, And, glancing shyly, spoke out fair: "Although of gifts I have no store, My talisman I grant this day; In kinship now I greet you sure, And wish good fortune on your way." Bearslayer, touched, no words could find To thank the maiden with full truth. Then Staburadze spoke her mind: "Now hasten forth, heroic youth." "The cliff-top path I now will show, Out through the Crystal Palace gate. This maiden as Laimdota know, To meet again will be your fate." "With acorn pattern in its weave, She gave a ribbon from her hair, Perhaps to that more wonders cleave, Than to my mirror that you bear." Bearslayer at the door turned slow, Regarding then Laimdota keen. It seemed that in her eyes' deep glow, Unbidden tears were plainly seen.- For further thought it was too late, His consciousness from him had flown. He fell down at the castle gate, And on the ground lay turned to stone. Scene 6: Bearslayer is returned to the world Perkons restores Bearslayer to life The sun's first light already glowed; Upon the Daugava's banks it lay. The sky was clear and plainly showed Fair weather for the coming day. But yet one cloud now took its course, That higher climbed above the land; And at its front, upon a horse, An old man rode, with whip in hand. He let run loose the prancing grey, To Staburags's cliff it dashed; His whip he cracked and straight away Great bolts of lightning brightly flashed. Vast thunderclaps in deep tones rumbled, And Staburags shook to its core, Along the cliff the boulders crumbled:- Bearslayer stood, alive once more! He found it hard, clear to recall, And real the memories did not seem. One thing he knew, despite the pall: It had not happened in a dream. Two lessons in his mind were there That left in him a knowledge sure: The trap of evil woman's snare, And noble woman's virtue pure. Henceforth he swore his back to turn Against the first and passion's chains, The second's deep respect to earn, Through noble tasks and endless pains. Bearslayer performs another mighty feat Now climbing down, where through the banks The Perse flows, a crowd he spied, A group of people from whose ranks A boat was lowered in the tide. They wished to cross, but none was fit With strength enough to pull the oar. If room there were for him to sit, Alone to row Bearslayer swore.-