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
On the Kalevide's homeward journey he slept for a night at the place
where his sword had been stolen, and set out early next morning, making
his way through bush and brake. He walked on till sunset with his load
of planks without stopping to rest, and then ate his supper and
prepared himself a bed of sand as usual. When he awoke in the morning,
a magpie informed him for the first time that the sorcerer had kept him
in a magic sleep for seven weeks, and he quickened his pace. But when
he reached Lake Ilma he found it, to his disgust, too deep to wade
through, and he was compelled to go round it.
Presently he encountered an old witch, a relative of the
sorcerer who had done him so much harm already, sitting among
the bushes and singing magic songs. The hero stopped to rest
himself, for the day
[Pg 88]
was very warm, and listened to her song, which was a long
charm against snake-bites. Then he walked on till noon, when
he took a siesta, breaking down trees of all kinds to make
himself a couch. Afterwards he turned to the left in the
direction of Lake Endla, and towards evening he came to the
entrance of a cavern, before which a great fire was burning. A
huge caldron hung over it by heavy iron chains, just opposite
the entrance to the cavern, and three fellows were standing
round, who grinned and whispered to each other as the stranger
approached.
The Kalevide threw down the planks and asked the men what they
had got in the caldron, and whether they were getting ready for
a feast or a wedding. They replied that the caldron cooked for
everybody, and that when they made a feast they killed a great
ox. It took a hundred men to kill it, five hundred to bleed it,
and a thousand to cleanse it.
[67] But to-day they were only cooking for poor people; only
half an elk, the ribs of an old boar, the lungs and liver of a
bear, the suet of a young wolf, the hide of an old bear, and an
egg
[Pg 89]
from an eagle's nest. Old Sarvik
[68] and the old mother were to dine from it; the cat and dog
were to get their share, and the rest was to be divided among
the cooks and workmen; but the old mother was going to bake
cakes for the young ladies' dinner.
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