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Snake Bull, my namesake, man of wrath, / By no expense of knives or cloth, / Only by work of muttered charms / Could draw all woman to his arms; / None whom he summoned might resist / Nor none recall whom once he kissed / And loosed them from his kiss, by whom / This mother-shame had come.
The power of his compelling flame / Was bound in virtue of our name, / But when in secret he taught me / Like him a thief of love to be, / For half his secret I had found / And half explored the wizard ground / Of words, and when giving consent / Out at his heels I went.