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== The Tale of Ísmær ==  
== The Tale of Ísmær ==  
''Dróttkvætt''
by [[Petronilla de Chastelerault]]
by [[Petronilla de Chastelerault]]


In the ancient skald-songs
Stories of the north-land,
Told by swift-tongued elders,
Tell of mighty giants
And of hero’s valor,
Valhalla and Asgard.
And the ice-born Ísmær,
Snow-maid, clever, fairest.


By the northern sea-gate,
There dwelled lovely Ísmær .
Daughter of no mortal,
Time, not woman, birthed her.
Lived she in the snow-lands,
Lonely, on an island,
Blissful, and not seeing
Sorrows of the far-world.


''In'' the ''an''cient '''S'''kald-'''S'''ongs
Ísmær sat on south-shore,
Summer months beginning.
Sky above did darken,
Dragon dropped from earth-ends!
Long as seven warships,
Scales like hard-forged iron.
Sent by death-bound Hela,
Dark-world’s overseer.


'''S'''tories of the north-land,
Hela, in her death-hall,
Had four carven marble
Seeing-stones of power.
Saw eye-tale inside stone,
ÍSmær’s god-wrought beauty.
Sent forth dragon northward,
Want-rage creeping through her.
Hers great beauty would be!


'''T'''old by swift-'''T'''ongued elders,
Ísmær, fear-sense rising,
Snatched by dragon’s talons,
Thought of how to life-keep,
To her island return.
“How have I offended?
Have I given insult?
if I have, forgive me,”
Forth spoke to her captor.
Then did turn the dragon,
to its heart her words went.
Said it then unto her,
“No insult have you given.
Hela Death-Queen sent me,
That she might have beauty.
Now I regret greatly
Going to her service.”


'''T'''ell of mighty giants
Hela, in her death-hall,
Heard the conversation.
Anger rose within her,
Raged she at her servant.
Cried she of his falseness,
Sent she forth a fell-storm,
Sea to water-walls turned,
Winds to icy hammers!


And o'''F''' hero’s '''V'''alor,
Ísmær and the dragon,
Rising on the soft-winds,
From the north the storm came,
Thor-force wind surrounded.
Ísmær forth to Hela
Told her this, “O Lady,
You storm-toss the faultless.
This, it makes you happy?”


'''V'''alhalla and Asgard.
Hela, in her death-hall,
Heard the words of Ísmær.
Stopped she then the dark-storms,
Thor-force winds no longer.
Danger there deserted,
Dragon flew on freely.
Landed it on white-sand
Down it laid fair Ísmær.


And the i'''C'''e-born Í'''S'''mær,
In the ancient Skald-Songs
Stories of the north-land
Tell of maiden’s valor-
Lucky man can best it.
In the well-built mead-hall
Toast they the Ice-Maiden.
“Hail,” cry worthy warriors,
“Won her life with words!”


'''S'''now-maid, clever, fairest.


 
You can find the rules for writing a Dróttkvætt here.
By '''TH'''e nor'''TH'''ern sea-gate,
 
'''TH'''ere dwelled lovely Ísmær.
 
Daugh'''T'''er of no mor'''T'''al,
 
'''T'''ime, not woman, birthed her.
 
'''L'''ived she in the snow-'''L'''ands,
 
'''L'''onely, on an island,
 
Blis'''S'''ful, and not '''S'''eeing
 
'''S'''orrows of the far-world.
 
 
Ísmær '''S'''at on '''S'''outh-shore,
 
'''S'''ummer months beginning.
 
Sky above '''D'''id '''D'''arken,
 
'''D'''ragon dropped from earth-ends!
 
Long a'''S''' '''S'''even warships,
 
'''S'''cales like hard-forged iron.
 
Sent by '''D'''eath-boun'''D''' Hela,
 
'''D'''ark-world’s overseer.
 
 
'''H'''ela, in '''H'''er death-hall,
 
'''H'''ad four carven marble
 
'''S'''eeing-'''S'''tones of power.
 
'''S'''aw eye-tale inside stone,
 
Í'''S'''mær’'''S''' god-wrought beauty.
 
'''S'''ent forth dragon northward,
 
Want-rage creeping through '''H'''er.
 
'''H'''ers great beauty would be !
 
 
Ísmær, fear-'''S'''ense ri'''S'''ing,
 
'''S'''natched by dragon’s talons,
 
Though'''T''' of how '''T'''o life-keep,
 
'''T'''o her island return.
 
“'''H'''ow '''H'''ave I offended?
 
'''H'''ave I given insult?
 
i'''F''' I have, '''F'''orgive me,”
 
'''F'''orth spoke to her captor.
 
Then did '''T'''urn the '''D'''ragon,
 
'''T'''o its heart her words went.
 
Said it the'''N''' u'''N'''to her,
 
“'''N'''o insult have you given.
 
Hela Dea'''TH'''-Queen sent me,
 
'''TH'''at she might have beauty.
 
Now I re'''G'''ret '''G'''reatly
 
'''G'''oing to her service.”
 
 
'''H'''ela, in her death-'''H'''all,
 
'''H'''eard the conversation.
 
Anger '''R'''ose within he'''R''',
 
'''R'''aged she at her servant.
 
Cried she of hi'''S''' fal'''S'''eness,
 
'''S'''ent she forth a fell-storm,
 
Sea to '''W'''ater-'''W'''alls turned,
 
'''W'''inds to icy hammers!*
 
 
Ísmæ'''R''' and the d'''R'''agon,
 
'''R'''ising on the soft-winds,
 
From the nor'''TH''' '''TH'''e storm came,
 
'''TH'''or-force wind surrounded.
 
Ísmær forth '''T'''o Hela
 
'''T'''old her this, “O Lady,
 
You storm-'''T'''oss The faul'''T'''less.
 
This, i'''T''' makes you happy?”
 
 
'''H'''ela, in '''H'''er death-hall,
 
'''H'''eard the words of Ísmær.
 
Stopped she '''TH'''en '''TH'''e dark-storms,
 
'''TH'''or-force winds no longer.
 
'''D'''anger there '''D'''eserted,
 
'''D'''ragon flew on freely.
 
Lan'''D'''ed it on white-san'''D'''
 
'''D'''own it laid fair Ísmær.
 
 
In the ancient '''S'''kald-'''S'''ongs
 
'''S'''tories of the north-land
 
Tel'''L''' of maiden’s va'''L'''or-
 
'''L'''ucky man can best it.
 
In the well-buil'''T''' mea'''D'''-hall
 
'''T'''oast they the Ice-Maiden.
 
“Hail,” cry '''W'''orthy '''W'''arriors,
 
“'''W'''on her life with words!”
 
 
* I couldn’t give up the great line, but I couldn’t find a rhyme either.
You can find the rules for writing a Dróttkvætt here [[Svensdrapa]].

Revision as of 16:17, 10 January 2010

The Tale of Ísmær

Dróttkvætt by Petronilla de Chastelerault

In the ancient skald-songs Stories of the north-land, Told by swift-tongued elders, Tell of mighty giants And of hero’s valor, Valhalla and Asgard. And the ice-born Ísmær, Snow-maid, clever, fairest.

By the northern sea-gate, There dwelled lovely Ísmær . Daughter of no mortal, Time, not woman, birthed her. Lived she in the snow-lands, Lonely, on an island, Blissful, and not seeing Sorrows of the far-world.

Ísmær sat on south-shore, Summer months beginning. Sky above did darken, Dragon dropped from earth-ends! Long as seven warships, Scales like hard-forged iron. Sent by death-bound Hela, Dark-world’s overseer.

Hela, in her death-hall, Had four carven marble Seeing-stones of power. Saw eye-tale inside stone, ÍSmær’s god-wrought beauty. Sent forth dragon northward, Want-rage creeping through her. Hers great beauty would be!

Ísmær, fear-sense rising, Snatched by dragon’s talons, Thought of how to life-keep, To her island return. “How have I offended? Have I given insult? if I have, forgive me,” Forth spoke to her captor. Then did turn the dragon, to its heart her words went. Said it then unto her, “No insult have you given. Hela Death-Queen sent me, That she might have beauty. Now I regret greatly Going to her service.”

Hela, in her death-hall, Heard the conversation. Anger rose within her, Raged she at her servant. Cried she of his falseness, Sent she forth a fell-storm, Sea to water-walls turned, Winds to icy hammers!

Ísmær and the dragon, Rising on the soft-winds, From the north the storm came, Thor-force wind surrounded. Ísmær forth to Hela Told her this, “O Lady, You storm-toss the faultless. This, it makes you happy?”

Hela, in her death-hall, Heard the words of Ísmær. Stopped she then the dark-storms, Thor-force winds no longer. Danger there deserted, Dragon flew on freely. Landed it on white-sand Down it laid fair Ísmær.

In the ancient Skald-Songs Stories of the north-land Tell of maiden’s valor- Lucky man can best it. In the well-built mead-hall Toast they the Ice-Maiden. “Hail,” cry worthy warriors, “Won her life with words!”


You can find the rules for writing a Dróttkvætt here.

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