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There was once a king and queen who had a little boy, and they
called his name Kilweh. The queen, his mother, fell ill soon
after his birth, and as she could not take care of him herself
she sent him to a woman she knew up in the mountains, so that he
might learn to go out in all weathers, and bear heat and cold,
and grow tall and strong. Kilweh was quite happy with his nurse,
and ran races and climbed hills with the children who were his
playfellows, and in the winter, when the snow lay on the ground,
sometimes a man with a harp would stop and beg for shelter, and
in return would sing them songs of strange things that had
happened in the years gone by.
But long before this changes had taken place in the court of
Kilweh's father. Soon after she had sent her baby away the queen
became much worse, and at length, seeing that she was going to
die, she called her husband to her and said:
'Never again shall I rise from this bed, and by and bye thou wilt
take another wife. But lest she should make thee forget thy son,
I charge thee that thou take not a wife until thou see a briar
with two blossoms upon my grave.' And this he promised her. Then
she further bade him to see to her grave that nothing might grow
thereon. This likewise he promised her, and soon she died, and
for seven years the king sent a man every morning to see that
nothing was growing on the queen's grave, but at the end of seven
years he forgot.
One day when the king was out hunting he rode past the place
where the queen lay buried, and there he saw a briar growing with
two blossoms on it.
'It is time that I took a wife,' said he, and after long looking
he found one. But he did not tell her about his son; indeed he
hardly remembered that he had one till she heard it at last from
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