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Joseph Jacobs
The hall was furnished
in a manner equally grand, and at
one end of it was a glorious couch of velvet, silk and gold,
and there sate Burd Ellen, combing her golden hair with a
silver comb. And when she saw Childe Rowland she stood
up and said:
“God pity ye, poor luckless fool,
What have ye here to do?
“Hear ye this, my youngest brother,
Why didn’t ye bide at home?
Had you a hundred thousand lives
Ye couldn’t spare any a one.
“But sit ye down; but woe, O, woe,
That ever ye were born,
For come the King of Elfland in,
Your fortune is forlorn.”
Then they sate down together,
and Childe Rowland told her
all that he had done, and she told him how their two broth-
ers had reached the Dark Tower, but had been enchanted by
the King of Elfland, and lay there entombed as if dead. And
then after they had talked a little longer Childe Rowland
began to feel hungry from his long travels, and told his sister
Burd Ellen how hungry he was and asked for some food,
forgetting all about the Warlock Merlin’s warning.
Burd Ellen looked at Childe Rowland sadly, and shook her
head, but she was under a spell, and could not warn him. So
she rose up, and went out, and
soon brought back a golden
basin full of bread and milk. Childe Rowland was just going
to raise it to his lips, when he looked at his sister and re-
membered why he had come all that way. So he dashed the
bowl to the ground, and said: “Not a sup will I swallow, nor
a bit will I bite, till Burd Ellen is set free.”
Just at that moment they heard the noise of some one ap-
proaching, and a loud voice was heard saying:
“Fee, fi, fo, fum,
I smell the blood of a Christian man,
Be he dead, be he living, with my brand,
I’ll dash his brains from his brain-pan.”
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English Fairy Tales
And then the folding-doors of the hall were burst open, and
the King of Elfland rushed in.
“Strike then, Bogle,
if thou darest,” shouted out Childe
Rowland, and rushed to meet him with his good brand that
never yet did fail. They fought, and they fought, and they
fought, till Childe Rowland beat the King of Elfland down
on to his knees, and caused him to yield and beg for mercy.
“I grant thee mercy,” said Childe Rowland, “release my sis-
ter from thy spells and raise my brothers to life, and let us all
go free, and thou shalt be spared.” “I agree,” said the Elfin
King, and rising up he went to a chest from which he took a
phial filled with a blood-red liquor. With this he anointed
the ears, eyelids,
nostrils, lips, and finger-tips, of the two
brothers, and they sprang at once into life, and declared that
their souls had been away, but had now returned. The Elfin
king then said some words to Burd Ellen, and she was disen-
chanted, and they all four passed out of the hall, through
the long passage, and turned their back on the Dark Tower,
never to return again. And they reached home, and the good
queen,
their mother, and Burd Ellen never went round a
church widershins again.
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