e
thought that the great smith had received his death wound.

But Wayland, unharmed, flew away to Zealand and made his home there in
his father's land.

Nidung, meantime, was sad and unhappy, and it was not long before he
died and Otvin, his son, succeeded to the throne.

Otvin was soon loved and honored throughout the kingdom because of his
great justice and kindness. His sister lived with him at court, and
there her son, Widge, was born.

One day Wayland sent messengers to Otvin, asking for peace and pardon,
and when these were granted he traveled again to Jutland and was
received with great honor.

The mighty smith was very glad to see his wife again and very proud of
his three-year-old son; but he would not yield to Otvin's request that
he remain in Jutland. Instead he returned to Zealand with Badhild and
Widge, and there they lived happily for many years.

Wayland was known throughout all the world for his knowledge and skill,
and his son Widge was a powerful hero, whose praises were much
celebrated in song.

So ends the story of Wayland, the great smith of the northern
countries.

TWARDOWSKI, THE POLISH FAUST

Toward the close of the eighteenth century there was pointed out to
visitors in the old town of Krakau the house of the magician Twardowski,
who quite properly was called the Faust of Poland, because of his
dealings with the Evil One.

In his youth Twardowski had followed the study of medicine, and with
such industry, such eagerness and such a clear mind did he practice his
profession that it was not long before he was the most celebrated doctor
in all Poland. But Twardowski was not satisfied with this. He craved
greater and still greater power.

At last one day, as he was reading, he found in an old book of magic
that for which he had long been seeking--the formula for summoning the
devil. When night came a storm had risen, but caring not for that he
hurried away to the lonely mountain Kremenki. There, in a rudely
constructed hut, he began his incantations.

Before long there was an earthquake; great rocks were loosened, the
ground opened at Twardowski's feet and flames leaped out; and in the
flames appeared the Evil One himself, in the form of a man, clad in a
red cloak with the well-known pointed red cap.

"What do you wish?" the devil asked.

"The power of your most secret wisdom," was the answer.

"And how is this to be done?"

"You shall make me the most celebrated of all