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 You shall neither tread the loom nor turn the spindle. You shall eat all you want, till you're ready to burst. I never will drag you about by the hair

Nor beat me!

No, can you think I would! We kings' sons never beat women and such.

You're a king's son

Yes.

I'm the Dovrë-King's daughter.

Are you! See there, now, how well that fits in!

Deep in the Rondë has father his palace.

My mother's is bigger, or much I'm mistaken.

Do you know my father? His name is King Brosë.

Do you know my mother? Her name is Queen Åsë.

When my father is angry the mountains are riven.