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 Don't let us talk big. We've been drifting astern in these latter years; We can't tell what's going to stand or to fall, And there's no sense in turning recruits away. Besides the lad's body has scarce a blemish, And he's strongly-built too, if I see aright. It's true, he has only a single head; But my daughter, too, has no more than one. Three-headed trolls are gone clean out of fashion; One hardly sees even a two-header now, And even those heads are but so-so ones.

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It's my daughter, then, you demand of me?

Your daughter and the realm to her dowry, yes.

You shall have the half while I'm still alive, And the other half when I come to die.

I'm content with that.

Ay, but stop, my lad;— You also have some undertakings to give. If you break even one, the whole pact's at an end, And you'll never get away from here living. First of all you must swear that you'll never give heed To aught that lies outside the Rondë-hills' bounds; Day you must shun, and deeds, and each sunlit spot.

Only call me king, and that's easy to keep.