The story and song of Black Roderick . ^ ^voice call to her, and the voice ofher brother. Therefore went she to{$> the throne of the evil one, and^begged him to grant her a boon. For I have worked long for theeand well, quoth she, and I beg of_ thee to let me carry forth as much^treasure as my strength can bear. That, saith he, thou shalt x3have; all thou canst carry thou ,^mayst take forth, if thou wilt give ^\§me for payment seven more years of ft * service. Now, when the little bride heardthis she bowed her head and wept. Seven long years, saith she,shall I serve thee more. She tookBlack
The story and song of Black Roderick . ^ ^voice call to her, and the voice ofher brother. Therefore went she to{$> the throne of the evil one, and^begged him to grant her a boon. For I have worked long for theeand well, quoth she, and I beg of_ thee to let me carry forth as much^treasure as my strength can bear. That, saith he, thou shalt x3have; all thou canst carry thou ,^mayst take forth, if thou wilt give ^\§me for payment seven more years of ft * service. Now, when the little bride heardthis she bowed her head and wept. Seven long years, saith she,shall I serve thee more. She tookBlack Roderick by the hand, andstood by him at the open thou upward, saith she, andawait me in heaven. Then she closed the flaming gates, and took her place behind them. But the soul of Black Roderick crouched outside, as a dog lieth on 84 P &>. the threshold of his master. Forseven long years he let no one ap-proach the naming gates, so that notonce were they opened during the^last seven years of her trial. Andwhen the day came for her to goforth, the little bride flung the gatesapart with a loud cry of joy. Sheknew the evil one could but grantthe promise she had extorted, forshe had served him well. And of the further trials andtemptations that came to her shall Ising thee, lest thou grow weary ofmy prose: Seven long years did she serve him well Until the last day was done;And all the souls she had let in, They clung to her one by one. And all the souls she had let through,They clung to her dress and hair, Until the burden that she brought forthWas heavy as she could bear. The first who stopped upon her wayWas a Saint all fair to see, 85 0 0*^ s&
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