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26 From there was he let down to earth—into a honeyed thickets' edge, To be well nursed by Hongatar —well rocked by Tuometar, Close to a stunted fir-tree root, under an aspen's branching head, At the edge of "Forest-castle", at the 'golden' forest home.
 * Then was "broadforehead" christened, the "dark grey-haired one" was baptised

Upon a honeyed knoll, At the mouth of Sara-joki sound, in the arms of Pohja's daughter. There he swore his oath on the knee of Pohja's dame, In the presence of the well-known God, under the Blessed's beard, To do the innocent no harm—no injury to harmless folk, To walk in summer properly, to trudge along beseemingly, To live a life of joyousness Upon a swamp, on rising knolls, at the farthest end of rutting [v. playing] heaths, To rove shoeless in summer—in autumn stockingless, In the worst season to abide—pass the winter's cold in laziness Within an oaken room near "Firbranch castle's" edge, Beside a handsome fir-tree's root (F. shoe), in a recess of junipers.

A maiden walked along the air's edge—a girl along the 'navel' of the sky, Along the outline of a cloud, along the heaven's boundary, In stockings of a bluish hue, in shoes with ornamented heels, A wool-box in her hand, under her arm a hair-filled pouch. She flung the wool on the waters—cast the hair upon the waves, Upon the clear and open sea, on the illimitable waves.