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t was boiling fiercely, Three long nights he kept it boiling, And for three days of the springtime, While he watched the ointment closely, 450 If the salve was fit for using, And the magic ointment ready. But the salve was still unfinished, Nor the magic ointment ready; Grasses to the mass he added, Added herbs of many species, Which were brought from other places, Gathered on a hundred pathways, These were culled by nine magicians, And by eight wise seers discovered. 460 Then for three nights more he boiled it, And for nine nights in succession; Took the pot from off the furnace, And the salve with care examined, If the salve was fit for using, And the magic ointment ready Here there grew a branching aspen, On the borders of the cornfield, And in twain he broke the aspen, And the tree completely severed, 470 With the magic salve he smeared it, Carefully the ointment tested, And he spoke the words which follow: "As I with this magic ointment Smear the injured crown all over, Let no harm be left upon it, Let the aspen stand uninjured, Even as it stood aforetime." Then at once was healed the aspen, Even as it stood aforetime, 480 And its crown was far more lovely, And the trunk below was healthy. Then again he took the ointment, And the salve again he tested, And on broken stones he tried it, And on shattered rocks he rubbed it, And the stone with stone knit firmly, And the cracks were fixed together. From the forge the boy came homeward, When the salve was fit for using, 490 With the ointment quite perfected, In the old man's hands he placed it. "Here I bring a perfect ointment, And the magic salve is ready. It could fuse the hills together, In a single rock unite them." With his tongue the old man tried it, With his mouth the liquid tasted, And the ointment tasted perfect, And the salve was most efficient. 500 This he smeared on Vainamoinen, And with this he healed the sufferer; Stroked him downward, stroked him upward, Rubbed him also on the middle, And he spoke the words which follow, And expressed himself in this wise: "'Tis not I who use my muscles, But 'tis the
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