The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That CountryKirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
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The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country
Kirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
Estonian literature; Estonian literature -- History and criticism
Then the demon dived back into the water, while the son of Alev, who
was a cousin of the Kalevide, got a friend to help him to dig a hole in
the ground during the night, a fathom in depth and broad at the bottom,
but with an opening at the top just wide enough for the top of the hat
to fit into; but the hat was cut at the sides, so that the heavy money
should fall through into the pit.
Before daybreak the stupid demon brought a lapful of roubles,
[54] which he poured into the hat. He brought a second and a
third, and afterwards brought money by the hogshead, but the
hat still remained empty. Presently his coffers, purses, and
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pockets were all exhausted. He then begged for time; but the
Alevide declared that if he did not keep his promise, and fill
his hat with bright silver coins, he should begin his work
again.
Then the demon thought of appealing to his mother to help him; but
first he asked the Alevide to come with him to receive his money
himself, hoping to circumvent him. But the hero knew that it was only a
trick to get him away from the hat, so he refused to budge, but sent
the Kalevide's cupbearer, the smallest of the company, to help to carry
the money.
The boy was ready at once; but his heart failed him as the
demon preceded him to the under-world,
[55] leading him by paths that no living man had ever trodden
before, and through an utterly unknown country, where the sun
and moon never shone, and where the only light came from the
torches that flared on both sides of their way. When they
reached the palace of the demon, his sons came to the door, and
invited the guest to take his place at the table, which was
loaded with gold and silver plate, and eat and drink. But the
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boy could touch nothing from terror, for sparks of fire flew
from the dishes and viands, and blue flames played over the
beakers.
Then the water-demons began to titter, and to whisper to each
other in their own language, which sounded just like Lettish,
[56] and which their guest could not understand. The boy began
to reproach his avaricious friend in his thoughts for having
thus sent him to Põrgu without thinking of what might happen to
him; but presently the younger demons seized upon him, and
began to toss him from one to another like a ball, sometimes
from one side of the room to the other, and sometimes up to the
ceiling.
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