XIV.

Then eagerly gan she with secrets of soul

Seek in her spirit by soothfastnéss

The way to glory. Now God of hosts 1150

His help bestowed, the Father in heaven,

Almighty King, that the queen obtained

Her will in the world. The prophecy was

By sages of old sung long before

All from beginning, as it afterwards happened 1155

In respect to each thing. The folk-queen began

Through gift of the Spirit gladly to seek

With greatest care how best the nails,

And in manner most worthy, she might apply

For joy to the folk, what was will of the Lord. 1160

Bade she then fetch a very wise man

Quickly to counsel, him who wisdom

Through clever might thoroughly knew,

Wise in his heart, and gan him ask

What in his soul seemed to him best 1165

To do about that, and his teachings she chose

In respect to her conduct. Her boldly[1] he answered:

"That is becoming that word of the Lord

Thou hold in heart, holy counsel,

Most excellent queen, and the King's command 1170

Gladly fulfil, now God has thee given

Success of soul and craft of wit,

The Saviour of men. Bid thou these nails

For that most excellent of earthly kings,

Of owners of cities, put on his bridle 1175

For bit to his horse. To many that shall,

Throughout the mid-earth, become renowned,

When with that in contest he may overcome

Each one of his foes, when the brave-in-war

On either side the battle seek, 1180

Sword-contenders, where they strive for victory,

Foe against foe. War-speed shall he have,

Victory in fight and everywhere peace,

In battle success, who carries in front

The bridle on horse, when the famed-in-fight 1185

At clashing of spears, the choicest of men,

Bear shield and lance. To each one of men

Against war-terror shall be invincible

This weapon in war. The seer of it sang,

Cunning in thought. Deep moved his mind, 1190

His wit of wisdom. This word he spake:

'That shall be known that the horse of the king

Shall 'neath the proud with bit be adorned,

With bridle-rings. That beacon to God

Shall holy be called, and that one valor-blessed, 1195

Honored in war, who rides on that horse.'"

With haste then that did all perform

Helena 'fore earls, bade the ætheling's,

Heroes' ring-giver's, bridle adorn,

To her own son sent as a present 1200

O'er ocean's stream the blameless gift.

She bade then together those whom as best

Of men she knew among the Jews,

Of the race of heroes, to the holy city,

To the town to come. Then gan the queen 1205

The dear ones teach that love of the Lord

And peace likewíse among themselves,

The bond of friendship, they fast should hold

Without reproach in time of their life,

And they to the teacher's lore should hearken, 1210

The Christian virtues that Cyriacus taught them,

Clever in books. The office of bishop

Was fairly made fast. From afar oft to him

The lame, the sick, the crippled came,

The halt, the wounded, the leprous and blind, 1215

The lowly, the sad; always there health

At the hands of the bishop, healing, they found

Ever for ever. Yet Helena gave him

Treasures as presents, when ready she was

For the journey home, and bade she then all 1220

In that kingdom of men who worshipped God,

Men and women, that they should honor

With mind and might that famous day,

With thoughts of the heart, whereon holy rood

Had béen discovered, greatest of trees, 1225

Of those which from earth ever sprang up

Grown under leaves. Then spring was gone

Except six nights ere coming of summer

On the kalends of May. To each of those men

Be hell's door shut, heaven's unclosed, 1230

Eternally opened the kingdom of angels,

Joy without end, and their portion appointed

Along with. Mary, who takes into mind

That one most dear of festal days

Of that rood under heaven, that which the mightiest 1235

Ruler of all with arm protected. _Finit_.[2]

[1] Gn.'s emendation.

[2] Here properly ends the legend of the Finding of the Cross.

The last canto contains reflections of the poet.

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