Rune XIIe

Here the hero, Lemminkainen, Drove along the lowest highway, Through the streets along the border, To a court-yard in the hamlet, Asked one standing in the doorway: "Is there one within this dwelling, That can loose my stallion's breastplate, That can lift his heavy collar, That these shafts can rightly lower?" On the floor a babe was playing, And the young child gave this answer: "There is no one in this dwelling That can loose thy stallion's breastplate, That can lift his heavy collar, That the shafts can rightly lower." Lemminkainen, not discouraged, Whips his racer to a gallop, Rushes forward through the village, On the middle of the highways, To the court-yard in the centre, Asks one standing in the threshold, Leaning on the penthouse door-posts: "Is there any one here dwelling That can slip my stallion's bridle, That can loose his leathern breast-straps, That can tend my royal racer?" From the fire-place spake a wizard, From her bench the witch made answer: "Thou canst find one in this dwelling, That can slip thy courser's bridle, That can loose his heavy breastplate, That can tend thy royal racer. There are here a thousand heroes That can make thee hasten homeward, That can give thee fleet-foot stallions, That can chase thee to thy country, Reckless rascal and magician, To thy home and fellow minstrels, To the uplands of thy father, To the cabins of thy mother, To the work-bench of thy brother, To the dairy or thy sister, Ere the evening star has risen, Ere the sun retires to slumber." Lemminkainen, little fearing, Gives this answer to the wizard: "I should slay thee for thy pertness, That thy clatter might be silenced." Then he whipped his fiery charger, And the steed flew onward swiftly, On the upper of the highways, To the court-yard on the summit. When the reckless Lemminkainen Had approached the upper court-yard, Uttered he the words that follow: "O thou Hisi, stuff this watch-dog, Lempo, stuff his throat and nostrils, Close the mouth of this wild barker, Bridle well the vicious canine, That the watcher may be silent While the hero passes by him." Then he stepped within the court-room, With his whip he struck the flooring, From the floor arose a vapor, In the fog appeared a pigmy, Who unhitched the royal racer, From his back removed the harness, Gave the weary steed attention. Then the hero, Lemminkainen, Carefully advanced and listened. No one saw the strange magician, No one heard his cautious footsteps; Heard he songs within the dwelling, Through the moss-stuffed chinks heard voices. Through the walls he beard them singing, Through the doors the peals of laughter. Then he spied within the court-rooms, Lurking slyly in the hall-ways, Found the court-rooms filled with singers, By the walls were players seated, Near the doors the wise men hovered, Skilful ones upon the benches, Near the fires the wicked wizards; All were singing songs of Lapland, Singing songs of evil Hisi.