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Updated: June 13, 2025
The palace gate was flung wide. One of the noble guests had arrived, thought the porter. But when he saw a beggar standing before him, he wellnigh slammed the gate in the poor man's face. Before he could do this Hynde Horn spoke, and his voice made the porter pause to listen, so sweet, so soft it was.
And there they lived happy for ever after. Hynde Horn was a little prince. It was because he was so courteous, so kind a little lad that Prince Horn was always called Hynde Horn. For hend or hynde in the days of long ago meant just all the beautiful things which these words, courteous, kind, mean in these days. Hynde Horn lived a happy life in his home in the distant East.
'Hynde Horn! she cried, 'my own Hynde Horn, I will never let thee leave me again. I will throw away my golden combs, I will put on my oldest gown, and I will come with thee, and together we will beg for bread. King Horn smiled, and his voice was soft as he answered, 'No need is there to take the gold combs from thy hair or to change thy white robe for one less fair.
'Take me out, take me out! then cried May Margaret. Hynde Etin heard the maiden's call and he came and took her out of the cave. Deep into the greenwood he carried her, where his own home had been built, and there he made May Margaret, the earl's daughter, his wife. For twelve long years Margaret lived in the greenwood. And Hynde Etin was kind to her and she grew to love him well.
Then did he christen the lady Margaret's seven little wee sons. And their names, beginning with the tiniest, were these Charles, Vincent, Sam, Dick, James, John. And the eldest little wee son was, as you already know, named after his father, Etin. And back to the earl's gay castle went the lady Margaret with Hynde Etin and her seven little new-christened sons.
In the next scene Hynde Horn has drained the cup and dropped the ring into it. "Oh, found you that ring by sea or on land, Or got you that ring off a dead man's hand?" "Oh, I found not that ring by sea or on land, But I got that ring from a fair lady's hand.
So pure, so sweet rang the voice that the king said to himself, 'Hynde Horn shall be trained by the best harpist in our land. Then happy days began for the young prince. Rather would he sing, as he touched softly the cords of the harp, than would he fight or tilt; rather would he sing and play, than go to hunt and hawk. Yet well had he loved these sports in former days.
'And in her fair hands did lovingly bear A cup of red wine, and a farle of cake, To give the old man for loved Hynde Horn's sake.
Then poor Queen Godylt fled from the palace, taking with her Hynde Horn and his two playmates Prince Athulph and Prince Fykenyld. I cannot tell you what became of the beautiful queen, but Mury, the cruel king, captured Hynde Horn and made him and his two playfellows prisoners. What should he do with Prince Horn, who was heir to the kingdom he had seized? Should he kill the lad, he wondered.
Yet cruel as King Mury was, he could not do so dastardly a deed. But Hynde Horn was tall and strong, and Hynde Horn was loved by the people. He must certainly be sent out of the country. So King Mury planned, and King Mury plotted, and at length he thought of a way, by which he hoped to be for ever rid of the gallant prince and his two companions.
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