… It was night, the horns of the bright moon shone,
the vault of heaven’s lights gleamed…
From the top of a lofty mountain,
Merlin regarded the course of the stars…
‘Gwendolina has left me in my absence,
and now clings to another man.
When tomorrow’s sun shines, I will go
and take with me the gift I promised her when I left.’
So, Merlin went about the woods and groves
and summoned a herd of stags and deer,
and he himself sat astride the largest stag…
When day dawned he had arrived at the gates
of the place where Gwendolina was to be married.
‘Gwendolina! Gwendolina! Come!
Your presents are waiting for you!’
Gwendolina came to the gates and marvelled
at the man riding on a stag, at the head of a herd of wild beasts.
Her bridegroom who was watching from a lofty window
looked down, in wonder, and laughed.
When Merlin saw the bridegroom
he wrenched the horns from the stag
and hurled them at him smashing in his head
and driving the life of him out into the air.
With a quick turn of his heels,
Merlin set the stag ‘flying’,
and went on his way back to the wood…