Description:
The northern forest strides to the edge of the sea-cliff.
At dusk birds tell the story in darkening boughs:
The fortunate daughter has ridden for days to find
the rock where her father left a sword. It flashes
in sunset--the girl knows in her veins and sinews
the hilt will fit perfectly her hands. Red waves
recall the blaze of that great forge where old gods
are smelted down and new ones raised. The elfgirl steps
to the edge of the cliff and easily draws the blade.
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