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| == The Tale of Ísmær ==
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| ''Dróttkvætt''
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| by [[Petronilla de Chastelerault]]
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| In the ancient skald-songs
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| Stories of the north-land,
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| Told by swift-tongued elders,
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| Tell of mighty giants
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| And of hero’s valor,
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| Valhalla and Asgard.
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| And the ice-born Ísmær,
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| Snow-maid, clever, fairest.
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| By the northern sea-gate,
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| There dwelled lovely Ísmær.
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| Daughter of no mortal,
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| Time, not woman, birthed her.
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| Lived she in the snow-lands,
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| Lonely, on an island,
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| Blissful, and not seeing
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| Sorrows of the far-world.
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| Ísmær sat on south-shore,
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| Summer months beginning.
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| Sky above did darken,
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| Dragon dropped from earth-ends!
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| Long as seven warships,
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| Scales like hard-forged iron.
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| Sent by death-bound Hela,
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| Dark-world’s overseer.
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| Hela, in her death-hall,
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| Had four carven marble
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| Seeing-stones of power.
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| Saw eye-tale inside stone,
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| Ísmær’s god-wrought beauty.
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| Sent forth dragon northward,
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| Want-rage creeping through her.
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| Hers great beauty would be!
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| Ísmær, fear-sense rising,
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| Snatched by dragon’s talons,
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| Thought of how to life-keep,
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| To her island return.
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| “How have I offended?
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| Have I given insult?
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| if I have, forgive me,”
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| Forth spoke to her captor.
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| Then did turn the dragon,
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| to its heart her words went.
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| Said it then unto her,
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| “No insult have you given.
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| Hela Death-Queen sent me,
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| That she might have beauty.
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| Now I regret greatly
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| Going to her service.”
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| Hela, in her death-hall,
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| Heard the conversation.
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| Anger rose within her,
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| Raged she at her servant.
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| Cried she of his falseness,
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| Sent she forth a fell-storm,
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| Sea to water-walls turned,
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| Winds to icy hammers!
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| Ísmær and the dragon,
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| Rising on the soft-winds,
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| From the north the storm came,
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| Thor-force wind surrounded.
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| Ísmær forth to Hela
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| Told her this, “O Lady,
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| You storm-toss the faultless.
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| This, it makes you happy?”
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| Hela, in her death-hall,
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| Heard the words of Ísmær.
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| Stopped she then the dark-storms,
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| Thor-force winds no longer.
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| Danger there deserted,
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| Dragon flew on freely.
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| Landed it on white-sand
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| Down it laid fair Ísmær.
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| In the ancient skald-songs
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| Stories of the north-land
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| Tell of maiden’s valor-
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| Lucky man can best it.
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| In the well-built mead-hall
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| Toast they the Ice-Maiden.
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| “Hail,” cry worthy warriors,
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| “Won her life with words!”
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| You can find the rules for writing a Dróttkvætt here: [[Svensdrapa]].
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