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Before them in the castle strong
Doth every warrior fall.

“Up, Voimir, up with thy daughter dear!
“Come forth from the tower so high!
“Come forth to greet this happy morn!
“Then on to the rock hard by!
“On the rock thou ’It Kruvoi bleeding see
“’Neath the axe of vengeance lie.”
And forth he comes to the gladsome morn
With his daughter, lovely maid,
And gazes on Kruvoi, his mortal foe,
On the rock all bleeding laid.

Now Czestmir sends the booty back
To the folk from whom ’twas ta’en,
And with the booty the lovely maid
Returns to her home again.
But Voimir will in the selfsame place,
At the selfsame hour of day,
To the gods, who granted victory,
His thankful offerings pay.

“Up, Voimir, up!” quoth Czestmir then,
“Our steps are hastening straight