"She may forget how she would mock,
And all our words deride:
The fire is now in the mocker's house,
And she the stour maun bide."
Marsk Stig started. He heard his own words to the conspirators, at the council on the heath immediately after the king's murder, and something of what had passed between the queen and him at Scanderborg.
The peasant-girl drew nearer, and sang, with a loud voice, what had been preserved in the ballad of the words of the queen and the young king:--
"Welcome, Marsk Stig, thou self-made king!
Now shalt thou have thy due;
This night of blood, should King Erik live,
Full dearly shalt thou rue.