He said he 'd tell the Abbot that the novice wanted him to worship heathen Gods . Then Hugh the novice lost his temper . He just cried , `` Out ! '' put his arm under the farmer 's fat leg , and heaved him from his saddle on to the turf , and before he could rise he caught him by the back of the neck and shook him like a rat till the farmer growled , `` Thank you , Wayland-Smith . '' ' ` Did Weland see all this ? ' said Dan . ` Oh yes , and he shouted his old war-cry when the farmer thudded on to the ground . He was delighted . Then the novice turned to the oak tree and said , `` Ho , Smith of the Gods ! I am ashamed of this rude farmer ; but for all you have done in kindness and charity to him and to others of our people , I thank you and wish you well . '' Then he picked up his fishing-rod -- it looked more like a tall spear than ever -- and tramped off down your valley . ' ` And what did poor Weland do ? ' said Una . ` He laughed and he cried with joy , because he had been released at last , and could go away . But he was an honest Old Thing . He had worked for his living and he paid his debts before he left . `` I shall give that novice a gift , '' said Weland . `` A gift that shall do him good the wide world over and Old England after him . Blow up my fire , Old Thing , while I get the iron for my last task . '' Then he made a sword -- a dark-grey , wavy-lined sword -- and I blew the fire while he hammered .
By Oak , Ash and Thorn , I tell you , XXXXX was a Smith of the Gods !
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