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t deeper. Said the youthful Joukahainen, "O thou aged Vainamoinen, Speak thy words of magic backwards, And reverse thy songs of magic. 410 I will give a golden helmet, And a hat filled up with silver, Which my father won in warfare, Which he won in battle-struggle." Said the aged Vainamoinen, "No, I do not want your silver, And for gold, I only scorn it. I myself have both in plenty. Every storeroom crammed with treasure. Every chest is overflowing. 420 Gold as ancient as the moonlight, Silver with the sun coeval." Then the youthful Joukahainen In the swamp he sang yet deeper. Said the youthful Joukahainen, "O thou aged Vainamoinen, Loose me from this place of terror, And release me from my torment. All my stacks at home I'll give thee, And my fields I likewise promise, 430 All to save my life I offer, If you will accept my ransom." Said the aged Vainamoinen, "No, your barns I do not covet, And your fields are 'neath my notice, I myself have plenty of them. Fields are mine in all directions, Stocks are reared on every fallow, And my own fields please me better, And my stacks of corn are finest." 440 Then the youthful Joukahainen In the swamp he sang yet deeper. Then the youthful Joukahainen, Felt at length the greatest anguish, Chin-deep in the swamp while sinking, In the mud his beard was draggled, In the moss his mouth was sunken, And his teeth among the tree-roots. Said the youthful Joukahainen, "O thou wisest Vainamoinen, 450 O thou oldest of magicians, Sing once more thy songs of magic, Grant the life of one so wretched, And release me from my prison. In the stream my feet are sunken, With the sand my eyes are smarting. "Speak thy words of magic backwards, Break the spell that overwhelms me! You shall have my sister Aino, I will give my mother's daughter. 460 She shall dust your chamber for you, Sweep the flooring with her besom, Keep the milk-pots all in order; And shall wash your garments for you. Golden fabrics she shall weave you, And shall bake you cakes of honey." Then the aged Vainamoinen, Heard his words, and grew full joyful, Sinc
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