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Updated: May 13, 2025
At length Hábogi drew rein before a small house, very ugly and mean-looking, and that seemed on the point of tumbling to pieces. 'This is my house, and is to be yours, said Hábogi, as he jumped down and held out his arms to lift Helga from the horse.
'My name is Habogi, and Helga must be my wife, was all he said. And though Helga stood pale and trembling with surprise, she did not try to run away. 'I cannot talk of such things just now, answered the father, who could not bear the thought of giving his favourite daughter to this horrible old man, and hoped, by putting it off, that something might happen.
The guests' eyes sought in vain for the bridegroom, but could only see a handsome young man, with a coat of blue velvet and silver and a gold crown upon his head. 'Who is that? they asked Helga. 'That is my Hábogi, said she. In a small hut, right in the middle of the forest, lived a man, his wife, three sons and a daughter.
'My name is Hábogi, and Helga must be my wife, was all he said. And though Helga stood pale and trembling with surprise, she did not try to run away. 'I cannot talk of such things just now, answered the father, who could not bear the thought of giving his favourite daughter to this horrible old man, and hoped, by putting it off, that something might happen.
But Habogi, who knew a little magic, and had guessed what they would do, changed the ashes into roses, and cast a spell over the sisters, so that they could not leave the spot for a whole day, and every one who passed by mocked at them. The next morning when they all awoke the ugly tumble-down house had disappeared, and in its place stood a splendid palace.
Helga felt as if it would take her all her life to see everything properly, and it only seemed a second since she had entered the house, when Hábogi came up to her. 'I must begin the preparations for our wedding at once, he said; 'but my foster-brother will take you home, as I promised.
But the sisters, who had always been rather jealous of Helga, were secretly pleased that their bridegrooms should outshine hers. When the feast was over, Habogi led up a beautiful horse from a field where he had left it to graze, and bade Helga jump up on its splendid saddle, all embroidered in scarlet and gold.
'To your Hábogi, 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 Hábogi 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.
Helga felt as if it would take her all her life to see everything properly, and it only seemed a second since she had entered the house, when Habogi came up to her. 'I must begin the preparations for our wedding at once, he said; 'but my foster-brother will take you home, as I promised.
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