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April 17th, 2005, 05:14 PM
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The White Eagle of Poland
Long, long ago, there lived in Poland a Duke named Lech. He ruled the people as a King and led their armies into battle. So strong was he, and brave, that stories of his mighty deeds spread far and wide about the world and many trembled at his name. But though his enemies might fear him, the Polish people loved him, for he was wise and just, and would willingly have died for the country that he served.
Now Lech, like all the princes of his time, was fond of hunting, but even more than hunting, he loved hawking. The Duke owned many hawks and was justly proud of them, for he had trained them all himself. "One day," he loved to boast, "I shall train an eagle, and be the envy of all the princes!"
His falconers assured him that this could never be. "For," they said, "even if it were possible to train so fierce a bird, you would never find one here on our gentle plains. The eagles dwell in the mountains and build their nests upon the highest peaks."
Nevertheless, Lech still cherished the hope that one day he might capture and train a young eagle, and so fulfil his heart’s desire.
One morning in the merry springtime, Lech called his courtiers to go a-hawking. With shouts of joy they got ready, and soon a goodly company rode forth, the Duke leading, with his favourite hawk upon his wrist.
They had not ridden far, however, when Lech was filled with a great longing to be alone. He struggled against the longing for he did not wish to spoil the sport, but at length it overcame him. He reined in his horse and giving his hawk to the Master, said briefly "Leave me, for I would be alone."
The Master and his followers were disappointed and not a little puzzled. They watched in silence while the Duke, setting spurs to his horse, galloped away; then they turned back.
But Lech rode onward, swift as the wind, for now he was very sure that some great adventure lay before him. Suddenly, in the distance, he saw what he thought to be a hill, but as he drew nearer, he found that it was no hill but a massive crag, overhung with tangled bushes and brambles. Rising abruptly from the level ground, the huge rock looked like some mighty fortress standing there. Lech stayed his horse and gazed at it in wonder. Then his heart beat fast and he shouted with joy, for high upon its summit he saw an eagle’s nest, and on the nest a mother eagle with her young ones all around her.
How powerful she looked, and noble! How snowy-white her plumage! It was just such a bird as this, that he, the Duke of Poland, longed to hold upon his wrist.
He leapt down from his horse and began to climb the rock in haste, for he could scarcely wait to own one of those eaglets. The mother watched him as he climbed, and her eyes grew hard as steel. She spread her wings about her young, and they nestled close to her in fright. Lech shouted out and waved his arms to scare the bird away. But she neither flinched nor moved her eyes. The Duke went nearer and stretched his hand towards the nest; the eagle pecked him then, in warning. But nothing heeding, Lech drew forth his sword, and holding it aloft, put out his hand once more to snatch a little one. The mother swooped upon him and beat him with her mighty wings, but she was wounded, and Lech could see the scarlet blood upon her breast. "She will not struggle long," he thought, and reached again towards the nest, but the eagle drove him back. He tried again, and yet again; he tried a score of times. But every time, the mother bird beat him off to save her young.
Lech paused awhile and gazed upon the wounded bird. His heart was touched with pity, yet filled with admiration for this noble creature who would rather die than let her young be captured. He would not rob her of her young. She was too brave a bird. He left the nest and clambered down the rock.
At the foot he rested. Before him lay the fair lands of Poland, and gazing at them, Lech felt such a love for his country that his face glowed and his whole being trembled. How beautiful she was! How happy were her people! He would protect her always even as the eagle had protected her nest. As he pondered these thoughts, another came to him--that the eagle should become his country’s emblem! Let the eagle be blazoned on her flags and banners and on her shields, to show the world that just as that noble bird had been ready to die to save her little ones’ freedom, so would the sons of Poland be ready to save their people’s freedom.
The Duke rejoiced in this thought and mounting his horse he galloped home to share it with his counsellors. When they heard it, they rejoiced too.
"The eagle shall be our emblem," they said, "and no less bravely than she, shall we defend our country’s freedom."
And as the eagle was dear to the Duke, so was the place where he had found her. He took his people to see it and said "Let us build our nests here as do the eagles!"
So they built a castle there, and about the castle, a city. Lech named the city "Gniezno," which, in the Polish of those days, meant "Nest." Gniezno stands to this day, and to this day Poland has a great white eagle as her emblem. From: Polish Folk Tales and Legends. Lilian McCrea, ed. London: Pitman, 1959.
The White Eagle of Poland
Long, long ago, there lived in Poland a Duke named Lech. He ruled the people as a King and led their armies into battle. So strong was he, and brave, that stories of his mighty deeds spread far and wide about the world and many trembled at his name. But though his enemies might fear him, the Polish people loved him, for he was wise and just, and would willingly have died for the country that he served.
Now Lech, like all the princes of his time, was fond of hunting, but even more than hunting, he loved hawking. The Duke owned many hawks and was justly proud of them, for he had trained them all himself. "One day," he loved to boast, "I shall train an eagle, and be the envy of all the princes!"
His falconers assured him that this could never be. "For," they said, "even if it were possible to train so fierce a bird, you would never find one here on our gentle plains. The eagles dwell in the mountains and build their nests upon the highest peaks."
Nevertheless, Lech still cherished the hope that one day he might capture and train a young eagle, and so fulfil his heart’s desire.
One morning in the merry springtime, Lech called his courtiers to go a-hawking. With shouts of joy they got ready, and soon a goodly company rode forth, the Duke leading, with his favourite hawk upon his wrist.
They had not ridden far, however, when Lech was filled with a great longing to be alone. He struggled against the longing for he did not wish to spoil the sport, but at length it overcame him. He reined in his horse and giving his hawk to the Master, said briefly "Leave me, for I would be alone."
The Master and his followers were disappointed and not a little puzzled. They watched in silence while the Duke, setting spurs to his horse, galloped away; then they turned back.
But Lech rode onward, swift as the wind, for now he was very sure that some great adventure lay before him. Suddenly, in the distance, he saw what he thought to be a hill, but as he drew nearer, he found that it was no hill but a massive crag, overhung with tangled bushes and brambles. Rising abruptly from the level ground, the huge rock looked like some mighty fortress standing there. Lech stayed his horse and gazed at it in wonder. Then his heart beat fast and he shouted with joy, for high upon its summit he saw an eagle’s nest, and on the nest a mother eagle with her young ones all around her.
How powerful she looked, and noble! How snowy-white her plumage! It was just such a bird as this, that he, the Duke of Poland, longed to hold upon his wrist.
He leapt down from his horse and began to climb the rock in haste, for he could scarcely wait to own one of those eaglets. The mother watched him as he climbed, and her eyes grew hard as steel. She spread her wings about her young, and they nestled close to her in fright. Lech shouted out and waved his arms to scare the bird away. But she neither flinched nor moved her eyes. The Duke went nearer and stretched his hand towards the nest; the eagle pecked him then, in warning. But nothing heeding, Lech drew forth his sword, and holding it aloft, put out his hand once more to snatch a little one. The mother swooped upon him and beat him with her mighty wings, but she was wounded, and Lech could see the scarlet blood upon her breast. "She will not struggle long," he thought, and reached again towards the nest, but the eagle drove him back. He tried again, and yet again; he tried a score of times. But every time, the mother bird beat him off to save her young.
Lech paused awhile and gazed upon the wounded bird. His heart was touched with pity, yet filled with admiration for this noble creature who would rather die than let her young be captured. He would not rob her of her young. She was too brave a bird. He left the nest and clambered down the rock.
At the foot he rested. Before him lay the fair lands of Poland, and gazing at them, Lech felt such a love for his country that his face glowed and his whole being trembled. How beautiful she was! How happy were her people! He would protect her always even as the eagle had protected her nest. As he pondered these thoughts, another came to him--that the eagle should become his country’s emblem! Let the eagle be blazoned on her flags and banners and on her shields, to show the world that just as that noble bird had been ready to die to save her little ones’ freedom, so would the sons of Poland be ready to save their people’s freedom.
The Duke rejoiced in this thought and mounting his horse he galloped home to share it with his counsellors. When they heard it, they rejoiced too.
"The eagle shall be our emblem," they said, "and no less bravely than she, shall we defend our country’s freedom."
And as the eagle was dear to the Duke, so was the place where he had found her. He took his people to see it and said "Let us build our nests here as do the eagles!"
So they built a castle there, and about the castle, a city. Lech named the city "Gniezno," which, in the Polish of those days, meant "Nest." Gniezno stands to this day, and to this day Poland has a great white eagle as her emblem. From: Polish Folk Tales and Legends. Lilian McCrea, ed. London: Pitman, 1959.