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Ilmarinen, Answered in the words which follow: "I have met upon my journey With the smith named Ilmarinen; I myself am Ilmarinen, And a most accomplished craftsman." Louhi, Pohjola's old Mistress, Old and gap-toothed dame of Pohja, Hurried back into her dwelling, And she spoke the words which follow: 220 "Come my daughter, thou the youngest, Thou the fairest of my children, Robe thyself in choicest raiment, Clothe thee in the brightest-coloured, In the finest of your dresses, Brightest beads upon thy bosom, Round thy neck the very finest, And upon thy temples shining. See thou that thy cheeks are rosy, And thy countenance is cheerful. 230 Here's the smith named Ilmarinen, He the great primeval craftsman, Who will forge the Sampo for us, With its brightly-pictured cover." Then the lovely maid of Pohja, Famed on land, on water peerless, Took the choicest of her dresses, And the brightest of her garments, And the fifth at last selected. Then her head-dress she adjusted, 240 And her copper belt girt round her, And her wondrous golden girdle. Back she came from out the storeroom, Dancing back into the courtyard, And her eyes were brightly shining. As she moved, her earrings jingled, And her countenance was charming, And her lovely cheeks were rosy. Gold was shining on her bosom, On her head was silver gleaming. 250 Then did Pohjola's old Mistress, Lead the smith named Ilmarinen, Into Pohjola's great castle. Rooms of Sariola the gloomy. There she set a meal before him, Gave the hero drink in plenty, And she feasted him profusely, And at length she spoke as follows: "O thou smith, O Ilmarinen, Thou the great primeval craftsman, 260 If you can but forge a Sampo, With its many-coloured cover, From the tips of swans' white wing-plumes, From the milk of barren heifer, From a little grain of barley, From the wool of sheep of summer, Will you then accept this maiden, As reward, my charming daughter?" Then the smith named Ilmarinen Answered in the words which follow: 270 "I will go to forge the Sampo, Weld its many-coloured cover, From the tips of swans' white wing-plumes, From the mil
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