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mminkainen. Once indeed he struck the rafters, And the beams resounded loudly, And across the beam was shattered, And the arch in twain was broken. Then spoke Ahti Saarelainen, Said the handsome Kaukomieli: "Well, what mischief did the rafters, And what harm the beam effected, 320 That you thus attack the rafters, And have made the arch to rattle? "Hear me, son of Pohja's country, Pohjola's illustrious Master, Awkward 'tis in room to combat, Trouble would it give the women, If the clean room should be damaged, And with blood defiled the flooring. Let us go into the courtyard, In the field outside to battle, 330 On the grass outside to combat. In the yard the blood looks better, In the yard it looks more lovely, On the snow it looks much better." Out into the yard they wandered, And they found therein a cowhide, And they spread it in the courtyard, And they took their stand upon it. Then said Ahti Saarelainen, "Hearken, O thou son of Pohja! 340 As your sword is rather longer, And your sword is more terrific, Perhaps indeed you need to use it, Just before your own departure, Or before your neck is broken. Strike away, O son of Pohja." Fenced away the son of Pohja, Struck a blow, and struck a second, And he struck a third blow after, But he could not strike him fairly, 350 Could not scratch the flesh upon him, From his skin a single bristle. Then spoke Ahti Saarelainen, Said the handsome Kaukomieli, "Give me leave to try a little, For at last my time is coming." Natheless Pohjola's great Master, Did not pay the least attention, Striking on, without reflection, Ever striking, never hitting. 360 From his sword-blade flashed red fire, And its edge was always gleaming In the hands of Lemminkainen, And the sheen extended further, As against the neck he turned it, Of the mighty son of Pohja. Said the handsome Lemminkainen, "Hearken, Pohjola's great Master, True it is, thy neck so wretched, Is as red as dawn of morning." 370 Thereupon the son of Pohja, He, the mighty lord of Pohja, Bent his eyes that he might witness How his own neck had been reddened.
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