Image from page 348 of "The book of romance;" (1902)
Title: The book of romance;
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912
Subjects: Arthur, King Romances
Publisher: New York [etc.] : Longmans, Green, and co.
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ungeon. After-wards he dried the skulls in the sun, and made them intotwo drinking cups wrought with gold. The eyes he setwith precious stones and fashioned into armlets, whilethe teeth he filed till they were shaped like pearls, andstrung like a necklace. As soon as the King came back from his journey hepaid a visit to Wayland, who produced the drinking cups,which he said were made of some curious shells washedup in a gale close to his window. The armlet he sent asa present to the Queen, and the bracelet to the Princess. After some days had passed, and Gram and Skulehad not returned, the King ordered a search to be madefor them, and that very evening some sailors broughtback their boat, which had drifted into the open sea.Their bodies, of course, were not to be found, and theKing ordered a splendid funeral feast to be preparedto do them honour. On this occasion the new drinkingcups were filled with mead, and, besides her necklace,Banvilda wore the ring which her father had taken long
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i^^^ne nermaiR oarns B£i.TVLld^. in v^irv WAYLAND THE SMITH 317 ago from Waylands house. As was the custom, the feastlasted long, and the dead Princes were forgotten by theguests, who drank deeply and grew merry. But at mid-night their gaiety suddenly came to an end. The Kingwas in the act of drinking from the cup of mead when hefelt a violent pain in his head and let the vessel fall.The hues of the armlet became so strange and dreadfulthat the Queens eyes suffered agony from looking atthem, and she tore the armlets off her; while Banvildawas seized with such severe toothache that she could sitat table no longer. The guests at once took leave, but itwas not till the sun rose that the pains of their hostswent away. In the torture of toothache which she had enduredduring the night Banvilda had dashed her arm againstthe wall, and had broken some of the ornaments off thering. She feared to tell her father, who would be sure topunish her, and was in despair how to get the ringmended when
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