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Translator: George Borrow
Editor: Thomas J. Wise
THE EXPEDITION TO BIRTING'S LAND AND OTHER BALLADS
BY GEORGE BORROW
LONDON: PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
THE EXPEDITION TO BIRTING'S LAND
The King he o'er the castle rules, He rules o'er all the land; O'er many a hardy hero too, With naked sword in hand.
Let the courtier govern his steed, The boor his thatch?d cot, But Denmark's King o'er castles rules, For nobler is his lot.
King Diderik sits on Brattingsborg, And round he looks with pride: "No one I know of in the world Would me in fight abide."
Then answered Brand Sir Viferlin, Had been in many a land: "Methinks I know a warrior stout Would thee in fight withstand.
"He's Ifald call'd, a king is he, In Birting's land afar; And he has fellows following him With savage wolves who war.
"O he has fellows following him 'Gainst teeth of bears who fight; The food in which he most delights Is flesh of Christian wight.
"Every day in the East that dawns His mouth he's wont to cool With serpents, toads, and other filth, That come from the hellish pool."
As Ifald sat on his throne that day He thus was heard to cry: "Let some one bid my little foot page To come to me instantly.
"Now list to me, thou little foot page, On my errand thee I'll send Unto the King of Brattingsborg, To whom I am no friend.
"Tell him that he must tribute pay, Or for bloody war prepare; Forsooth if him in the field I meet I him will little spare."
Then answered straight the little foot page And a gallant answer he gave: "My Lord thy message I'll carry forth, Though they lay me in my grave."
In came he, the little foot page, And stood before the board: "Now list to me, King Diderik, My master has sent you word.
"Either tribute thou shalt pay, As thou didst last year agree, Or thou shalt meet us in the field, And bloodshed there shall be."
"I will not tribute pay, forsooth, I scorn to stoop so low; Nay, rather unto Birting's land With sword unsheathed I go."
Then answer'd Vitting Helfredson, And loud he laughed with glee: "If ye fare this year into Birting's land I too of the troop shall be.
"Last year wast thou in Birting's land, And there didst lose thy steed; Thou hadst better stay in Brattingsborg Than again seek Birting's mead."
"On me, if I stay in Brattingsborg, Be every malison; If I have no horse on which to ride I have legs on which to run."
There rode out from Brattingsborg So many a knight renown'd; The rocks were split 'neath the coursers' feet, And quaked the startled ground.
There rode forth King Diderik, The lion upon his shield; And there too glittered the golden crown So far across the field.
There rode Vidrik Verlandson, The hammer and tongs he bore; And there rode good King Esmer's sons, All men of wondrous power.
There rode the rich Count Rodengard, A warrior stout and fine; And there rode King Sir Sigfred, who Displayed a monarch's sign.
Then followed Siward Snarenswayne, With many arrows white; And then came Brand Sir Viferlin, Who never fled from fight.
And next rode Hero Hogen, He looked a rose so brave; And then rode Folker Spillemand, In his hand a naked glaive.
Then rode the bold young Ulf Van Yern, A glorious horse upon; Behind him young Sir Humble rode, And then Sir Sigfredson.
And then rode Gunther and Gernot, With arrow on bended bow; And there rode Sonne Tolkerson, With courage upon his brow.
There rode the little Grimmer, In golden acton dight; And there rode Seyer the active, Who yields to none in might.
And then came master Hildebrand, As though to his courser fixt; The stalwart friar Alsing rode The ancient hero next.
There rode Orm the Ungarswayne, So bold of heart was he; So joyous were they every one, And sure of victory.
Out galloped they all from Brattingsborg, As fast as they could speed; But Vitting bold came running behind, Because he had no steed.
It was hardy Angelfyr, To Grimselin he cried: "O, he must on his bare legs run Who has no horse to ride!"
And still ran Vitting, and still ran he, Till with wrath he nigh was wode; Then he struck a warrior from his horse And sat himself on, and rode.
It was Sir King Diderik, He back a glance did throw: "O yonder I see the courtier ride Who on foot was wont to go.
"Here thou, Vitting Helfredson, Thou art a warrior bold; Thou shalt hie forward to Birting's land, And demand the tribute gold.
"With thee shall Vidrik Verlandson, And Diderik knight of Bern; Of all my troop they are best at blows, And most for battle yearn."
They set themselves upon their steeds, And away they rode like wind; The knights they roared, and their steeds they gored, For wroth were they in mind.
The watchman stood on the battlement From whence he far could see: "Yonder I warriors three espy Who wrathful seem to be.
"The one is Vitting Helfredson Who lost his steed last year; That a rugged guest he'll prove to us We have full cause to fear.
"The second is Vidrik Verlandson, As the tongs and hammer shew; The third is Diderik Van Bern, All warriors good, I trow."
They left their steeds in the castle yard, To the castle strode they in; Then might each man by their faces see A fray would soon begin.
Upon the porter they laid their hands, And him to pieces hew'd; Then in they strode to the high, high hall, And before the King they stood.
Then up rose Ifald the King in rage, And thus the King did cry: "O, whence are come the ill-starr'd loons Before my board I spy?"
Then answered the skinker of the King, Who skink?d wine and mead: "Our sharp spears, if we ply them well, Will drive them out with speed."
He flung the dead corse on the board, And a merry jest had he: "Who'll taste," said Vitting Helfredson, "This precious roast for me?"
Then forth stepped Diderik Van Bern, And, brandishing his glaive, He hewed upon King Ifald's head, And him to the navel clave.
And forth stepped Vidrik Verlandson, And round began to hew; Heads and arms were smitten off As round and round he flew.
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