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rthild, should hold." All the guests kept silence when Vandrad had spoken. Halfred looked proudly down upon him, and very gently, he told me later, he felt the veins in his temples swell, as, smiling, he asked the Skald--but it was the smile of a king, not a child's smile-- "And what then of Harthild, Her beauty and fame, Canst thou here sound the praise, In Halfred's mead hall?" Then said Vandrad-- "For all that thou knowest, Thou far roaming Viking, Hast thou never heard Harthild's Descent and renown Proclaimed on the harp? From Upsala's ancient Deep rooted stem The maiden is sprung. Hartstein the Haggard, Men call her father, The powerful monarch Of far spreading fame. His daughter close guarded He haughtily holds; All wooers rejecting, Who cannot excel him In throwing the hammer. And no less the maiden All men avoideth, Man-like her own mood. With good cause she boasteth Herself in deep riddles Above all the Skalds Skilful to be. 'Breaker of men's wits' In dread and in envy, They call her in Nordland. To every wooer Who fain her proud spirit In wedlock would bind, Tells she the same Close sealed riddle; For none--not the wisest-- Has ever yet solved it. Then scornfully laughing, With her sharp scissors, --For so runs the statute-- To shame him, she sheareth From the hero his hair." Then Halfred's temple veins swelled fearfully. He shook back the thick black locks which flowed down even to his shoulders, and drained off a deep drinking horn. Then he sprang from his seat, and seized the Bragi cup, on which vows were wont to be vowed. Once more he paused, set down the Bragi cup again, and asked-- "But Skald, say now, quickly, --Oft hast thou seen her-- This men avoider. Beautiful is she? This breaker of men's wits, Would the bride's wreath become her?" Vandrad replied-- "Nor soft nor gentle, Is she, nor lovely, But proud and stately Stands her tall form. Nor could another Carry so fitly The crown of a king." Then Halfred again took up the Bragi cup, strode forward to the highest step which led to his seat of honour, and paused where exactly in
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