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| ''Dróttkvætt'' by [[Petronilla de Chastelerault]]
| | #REDIRECT [[The Tale of Ísmær]] |
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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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| ----
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| ''You can find the rules I used for writing a Dróttkvætt here:'' [[Svensdrapa]].
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| [[Category:Bardic]]
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