Bibliotheca Polyglotta

Kæmpehøjen (The Burial Mound/The Warrior’s Barrow)

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BLANKA.
Javisst, min faders.–
Det var en skyfuld aften, da de stormed
mod borgeporten, trængte gennem muren,
brød ind i gården, myrdede for fode.
Jeg flygted angstfuld ud i nattens mulm,
og søgte mig et skjulested i skoven.
Jeg så vort hjem at hvirvles op i flammer,
Jeg hørte skjoldebrag og bange dødsskrig. –
Tilsidst blev alting tyst; thi alt var myrdet. –
Den vilde skare drog mod stranden ned
og sejled bort. – Den næste morgen sad jeg
på klippen ved de rygende ruiner.
Jeg var den eneste, de havde skånet.

BLANKA.
My father’s, yes.--
It was a cloudy evening when they burst
Upon the castle gate, tore through the wall,
Rushed in the court, and murdered right and left.
I fled into the darkness terrified,
And sought a place of refuge in the forest.
I saw our home go whirling up in flames,
I heard the clang of shields, the cries of death.--
Then everything grew still; for all were dead.--
The savage band proceeded to the shore
And sailed away.--I sat upon the cliff
The morning after, near the smouldering ruins.
I was the only one whom they had spared.

GANDALF.
Men du fortalte jo, din fader lever.

GANDALF.
But you just told me that your father lives.

BLANKA.
Min plejefader; vent, nu skal du høre!
Jeg sad på klippen sorgfuld og beklemt
og lytted til den rædselsfulde stilhed;
da lød det som et dæmpet suk fra dybet
i klippekløften, under mine fødder;
jeg lytted bange, steg tilsidst derned
og fandt en fremmed, blødende og bleg.
Jeg nærmed mig, så bange som jeg var,
forbandt hans sår og plejed ham, –

BLANKA.
My foster-father; wait, and you shall hear!
I sat upon the cliff oppressed and sad,
And listened to the awful stillness round;
There issued forth a faint and feeble cry,
As from beneath the rocky cleft beneath my feet;
I listened full of fear, then went below,
And found a stranger, pale with loss of blood.
I ventured nearer, frightened as I was,
Bound up his wounds and tended him,--

GANDALF.
Og han?

GANDALF.
And he?

BLANKA.
Fortalte, da han efterhånden kom sig,
at han var dragen med et købmandsskib
herhid til øen endnu samme dag,
da borgen plyndredes, – var flygtet did
og havde kæmpet kækt mod røverflokken
indtil han, blødende af mathed, styrted
i klippekløften, hvor jeg siden fandt ham.
Og efter den tid har vi levet sammen;
han bygged os en hytte dybt i skoven
og blev mig kær, o kær som ingen anden.
Men kom, du må dog se ham.

BLANKA.
Told me as he recovered from his wounds,
That he had come aboard a merchantman,
Had reached the island on the very day
The castle was destroyed,--took refuge there
And fought the robber band with all his might
Until he fell, faint with the loss of blood,
Into the rocky cleft wherein I found him.
And ever since we two have lived together;
He built for us a cabin in the wood,
I grew to love him more than any one.
But you must see him,--come!

GANDALF.
Nej – nej, vent!
Vi træffer tidsnok sammen, tænker jeg.

GANDALF.
No, wait,--not now!
We meet in ample time, I have no doubt.

BLANKA.
Ja, ja da, som du vil; men du kan tro,
han så dig gerne under hyttens tag;
for du må vide, gæstfriheden hører
ej blot i Norden hjemme.

BLANKA.
Well, all right, as you please; but rest assured
He would be glad to greet you ’neath his roof;
For you must know that hospitality
Is found not only in the North.

GANDALF.
Norden? Så
du véd da –

GANDALF.
The North?
You know then--

BLANKA.
Hvor du kommer fra? O ja!
Min fader har fortalt om jer så tidt,
at jeg ved første øjekast –

BLANKA.
Whence you come, you mean? Oh, yes!
My father has so often told of you
That I the moment that I saw you--

GANDALF.
Og dog
du blev ej bange!

GANDALF.
Yet you
Were not afraid!

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