EN007.30 Finda
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D. At Three Burgs
3. Primordial Mothers
Finda
7.30 Finda was yellow and her hair was as a horse’s mane. A tree she could not bend, but where Lyda [008] could kill one lion, Finda could kill fully ten.
Seductive Finda! Sweet was her voice and no bird could sing like she. Her eyes were alluring and sly, and whoever saw them came under her spell.
Unscrupulous Finda! She wrote thousands of laws, but she upheld none of them. She detested the good for their candor, but easily gave herself up to grovelers. That was her misfortune. Her head was too full and her heart too vain. She loved no one so much as herself, and she desired to be loved by all.
False Finda! Honey sweet were her words, but ill-luck awaited those who trusted in them.
Selfish Finda! She sought to rule the world, and her sons were like her. They had their own sisters serve them and slew each other for the mastery.
Double-hearted Finda! At coarse words she would fly into a rage, while the most awful deeds left her unmoved. If she saw a lizard swallow a spider, her heart would freeze. But if she saw her children murder a Frya, her bosom swelled with delight.
Unfortunate Finda! She died in the bloom of life, and just how she fell remains yet dark.
[009] Conceited children! Under costly stones they laid her body down; with pompous inscriptions they adorned them, bawling loudly to be heard. But in private, they shed not a single tear.
Loathsome folk! The Tex Finda left behind was etched on golden plates. But the best among them, for whom it was made, never saw benefit from it. The good laws were winnowed out and selfishness replaced them with bad ones.
O Finda! Then Earth overflowed with blood as your children mowed the heads of people like blades of grass.
Yea, Finda, these are the fruits of your vanity. Look down from your watch-star and weep.
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Chapter D: Sandbach 1876