GISELA.
The fair Gisela sat in her bower, waiting impatiently for her knightly bridegroom.
The sun watched with her all day, but at last, growing weary, sank westwards.
Still Gisela watched—for love never wearies—and at length she had her reward; for, rounding the cliffs, a noble bark came gallantly on, and nearer and nearer it glided until she could see her loved knight, who stood looking eagerly up.
On seeing Gisela he shouted, and all his friends waved their hands. His ardour could not be restrained to the vessel’s slow motion, and landwards he sprang to embrace his fair bride; but the leap was too great, and the good knight sank down, overpowered by the weight of his armour, and never rose more.
Gisela wept not, but her bosom became cold as the waters that closed over the head of her lover, and she passed from the world into the cloister of Stuben.
Another legend of Kloster Stuben we may call