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
When the Kalevide reached the bridge, he rested for a moment to
look round, and then casting the bodies of his enemies into the
river as he advanced, his steps thundered across the bridge,
and he soon reached the fortifications. Three strokes of his
fist sufficed to burst in the gates, and he trod down all
impediments and forced his way into the enclosure. When he came
to the inner door, he beat and kicked it down, and it fell in
fragments, door, door-posts, bolts, and bars, all battered to
pieces. In the hall he found a shade resembling his mother
Linda spinning. At her right hand was a cup of the water of
strength, and at her left a cup of the water of weakness.
Without speaking, she offered her son the cup with the water of
strength, which he drank, and then lifting a huge rock broke
his way into the inner hall, where Sarvik's old mother was
sitting spinning. She knew, and tried to beg the bell,
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but the Kalevide put her off, and inquired if Sarvik was at
home. She answered that he left home the day before yesterday,
and would not return for two or three days; but if the hero
liked to wait for him, he should be received as a guest; but
first he must taste her mead. He knew that she would give him
the water of weakness, and declined, but looked about till he
saw a secret door in a recess in the wall, and was about to
break it open, when it flew open of itself with a tremendous
noise, and a host of armed warriors rushed out. He repulsed
them all, and then Sarvik himself cried out to him,
reproaching him with all the wrongs he had suffered at his
hands, and the numerous thefts he had committed. In reply the
Kalevide reproached Sarvik with his own tricks; but
nevertheless he sheathed his sword and put the bell in his
pocket.
Then Sarvik came forth from his hiding-place pale and trembling, and
wishing to recover himself a little by a potion, mistook the cups in
his confusion, and drank the water of weakness, while the Kalevide took
another draught of the water of strength.
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CANTO XIX
THE LAST FEAST OF THE HEROES
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