Bibliotheca Polyglotta

BLANKA.
Fortalt, at I er djærve helte? Jo!
Men hvorfor skulde det forskrække mig?
Jeg véd, I søger ry på fjerne strande,
i mandig dyst med drabelige kæmper;
men jeg har hverken pantser eller sværd,
hvi skulde jeg vel da –

BLANKA.
Told me that you were fearless heroes? Yes!
But pray, why should that frighten me?
I know you seek your fame on distant shores,
In manly combat with all doughty warriors;
But I have neither sword nor coat of mail,
Then why should I fear--

GANDALF.
Nej visst, nej visst!
Men hine fremmede, som brændte borgen?

GANDALF.
No, of course, of course!
But still, those strangers who destroyed the castle?

BLANKA.
Hvad de?

BLANKA.
And what of them?

GANDALF.
Nu ja, jeg mente blot, har ej
din fader sagt, hvorfra de kom?

GANDALF.
Only,--has not your father
Told you from whence they came?

BLANKA.
Nej aldrig.
De var jo fremmede for ham, som os.
Men hvis du vil, så skal jeg spørge ham.

BLANKA.
Never! How could he!
Strangers they were alike to him and us.
But if you wish I’ll ask him right away.

GANDALF
(hurtigt).
Nej, lad kun være.

GANDALF.
[Quickly.]
No, let it be.

BLANKA.
Ah, nu fatter jeg!
Du vide vil, hvor du skal søge dem,
og tage blodhævn, som I kalder det.

BLANKA.
Ah, now I understand!
You wish to know where you can seek them now,
And take blood-vengeance, as you call it.

GANDALF.
Ha, blodhævn! Tak! Du minder mig om ordet;
fast havde jeg forglemt –

GANDALF.
Ah,
Blood-vengeance! Thanks! The word I had forgot;
You bring me back--

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