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Updated: May 13, 2025
And many years after a poor beggar knocked at the palace gates and asked for money, for the sake of days gone by and this was Geirald. Habogi Once upon a time there lived two peasants who had three daughters, and, as generally happens, the youngest was the most beautiful and the best tempered, and when her sisters wanted to go out she was always ready to stay at home and do their work.
'Your Hábogi's, answered he, 'all that you see belongs to him; but the finest sheep in the whole herd, which has little golden bells hanging between its horns, you shall have for yourself. This pleased Helga very much, for she had never had anything of her own; and she smiled quite happily as she thanked Hábogi for his present.
'To your Habogi, replied he; 'and some day you shall have as much milk as you like, but we cannot stop now. Do you see that big grey one, with the silver bells between her horns? That is to be yours, and you can have her milked every morning the moment you wake. And Helga's eyes shone, and though she did not say anything, she thought that she would learn to milk the cow herself.
I think, after all, I like the coal-black one best, with the little white star on his forehead. Oh, do stop, just for a minute. But Habogi would not stop or listen. 'When you are married you will have plenty of time to choose one, was all he answered, and they rode on two or three miles further.
In three days he will bring you back here, with your parents and sisters, and any guests you may invite, in your company. By that time the feast will be ready. Helga had so much to think about, that the ride home appeared very short. Her father and mother were delighted to see her, as they did not feel sure that so ugly and cross-looking a man as Habogi might not have played her some cruel trick.
In three days he will bring you back here, with your parents and sisters, and any guests you may invite, in your company. By that time the feast will be ready. Helga had so much to think about, that the ride home appeared very short. Her father and mother were delighted to see her, as they did not feel sure that so ugly and cross-looking a man as Hábogi might not have played her some cruel trick.
'There are seven Sigurds in the next village alone! And you, Helga? Helga, who was still the prettiest of the three, looked up. She also had her favourite name, but, just as she was going to say it, she seemed to hear a voice whisper: 'Marry no one who is not called Hábogi.
But the moment they went inside they were struck dumb with rage at the splendour of everything, and their faces grew white and cold with fury when they saw the dress which Habogi had prepared for his bride a dress that glittered like sunbeams dancing upon ice.
'There are seven Sigurds in the next village alone! And you, Helga? Helga, who was still the prettiest of the three, looked up. She also had her favourite name, but, just as she was going to say it, she seemed to hear a voice whisper: 'Marry no one who is not called Habogi.
'Your Habogi's, answered he, 'all that you see belongs to him; but the finest sheep in the whole herd, which has little golden bells hanging between its horns, you shall have for yourself. This pleased Helga very much, for she had never had anything of her own; and she smiled quite happily as she thanked Habogi for his present.
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