And the Miserable came to her:
“Salutation,” he said, “fair maid with clear brown eyes.”
“Salutation,” she said, “Siewert Halewyn the Invincible.”
But the Miserable: “What brings thee,” he said, “into my lands?”
“My heart,” said Magtelt, “bade me come, I wished greatly to see thee, and am content now that I can look at thee face to face.”
“So,” said he, “have done and shall do all virgins, even more beautiful than thou art.”
While they were talking together the wounded hound made a rush at the horse and hung on to Halewyn’s opperst-kleed as if he would drag him down to the ground.
Having done this, he went off and sat down in the snow beside the road, and there lifting up his muzzle howled most lamentably.
“See,” said he, “my hound crying out to death. Hast no fear, maid?”
“I go,” she said, “in God’s keeping.”