"Pitiless Gundelillé," he whispered, "speak no more of that cruel story. I meant not to wrong you; had I known you were the daughter of a noble knight, I would have proffered hand and heart, in all reverence and honour, and even now were I so fortunate as to find favour in your lovely eyes----"
Without looking at him, Ulrica began to sing,
"List ye then, Sir Pallé!
No wrong do ye to me,
When mass is sung and ended,
In my car shall ye seated be."
"Sing not that accursed song, fairest of maidens!" interrupted Sir Pallé; "I will not offend you; but believe me, loveliest of the lovely----"
Without heeding him, she now sang aloud,
"And then she clad her driver lad
In purple robe so rare;