THE WORKS OF GEORGE BORROW, VOL.7
* "Grimmer and Kamper."
* The base text is a redacted version of DgF 26Bb "Liden Grimmer og Hjelmer Kamp". * For a Danish text, see Vedel's I, Nr. 21, entitled "Liden Grimmer oc Kamper" available online.
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GRIMMER AND KAMPER
GRIMMER walks upon the floor,
Well can Grimmer wield his sword : ' Give to me fair Ingeborg, 2.
For the sake of Christ our Lord.' ' Far too little art thou, lad,
Thou about thee canst not hack ; When thou comest 'mong other kemps, 3.
Ever do they drive thee back.' ' Not so little, Sire, am I,
I myself full well can guard ; When I fight with kempions I 4.
Gallantly can ply my sword.' ' Kamper dwells in Birting's land,
For a stalwart kemp he 's known ; Thou shalt wed my daughter, if 5.
Thou to earth canst hew him down. Rage and grief his bosom filled,
Grimmer through the door retires : ' What answer did my father give ? '
Beauteous Ingeborg inquires. 47 ( ⇒ )
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' Kamper dwells in Birting's land,
And he bears a warlike name ; If I him to death can smite, 7.
I may thee with honour claim.' Answered him the fair young maid :
' Ah ! my father seeks thy death; Kamper for thee is far too strong, 8.
He will work thee rueful scathe. ' But I'll lend a helm to thee,
Thou may'st trust upon in fight; And an acton I'll provide, 9.
Whereupon no sword will bite. ' I'll give thee a faulchion good,
And a harness on to put ; On earth's ground no sword is found 10.
Through that harness which can cut. ' I will give to thee a sword
In thy youthful hand to bear ; Thou therewith mayst iron cleave, 11.
E'en as though it water were.' Kamper stands on Birtingsborough,
Thence so far he sees and wide : ' What can be that little wreck 12.
Hitherward that seems to glide ? '. It was little Grimmer bold
Steered his vessel straight to land ; 'Twas the bulky Kamper then
Tow'rds him stretched a friendly hand. 48( ⇒ )
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' Welcome, little Grimmer, be !
Here no harm thou hast to fear ; Half my land I'll give to thee, 14.
And my sister's daughter dear.' ' Ne'er will I that Ingeborg,
My beloved, should hear such shame, That I thy sister's daughter took, 15.
And thy friend that I became. ' But we'll go to Vimming's hill,
And do battle, as is fit; One of us his life shall lose, 16.
Ere the ring of death we quit.' Thereto answered Kamper bold,
He had such an eager hand : ' I'll the first blow have, forsooth, 17.
'Tis on my own earth we stand.' The first blow big Kamper struck,
Given 'twas with wrathful yell; He so hard has Grimmer struck, 18.
Down to earth young Grimmer fell. Upstood little Grimmer then,
Quickly little Grimmer rose : ' Thou shalt also stand me one, 19.
Ere the sun sinks to repose.' The next blow was Grimmer's own,
Fierce he hewed with his right hand ; He hewed on Kamper's golden helm,
To his heart down went the brand. 49( ⇒ )
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Kamper bellowed as he fell,
Dead upon the earth so hard : ' Would to God that of my case 21.
Knew my brother Rodengard !' Joyous little Grimmer was,
That the fight to end had come ; Gold and silver much he took, 22.
To the maid he bore it home. Blood forth streaming from his wound
Lies the mighty Kamper dead ; Grimmer lives, the brave young swain, 23.
Carries off his gold so red. When he had the victory won,
Little space he tarried there ; Joyous sailed his men away, 24.
Joyous with their booty fair. Standing on the battlement,
Looks the Damsel towards the strand ' Yonder I my youth espy, 25.
See his vessel touch the strand.' Thanks to brave young Grimmer be,
For his faith he kept so well; On next Monday morn, at dawn,
Grimmer's bridal feast befell. 50( ⇒ )
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