Hearing this they all cried out with a roar like thunder:
“Praise be to God! Noël to our damosel!”
“Go then,” said Sir Roel, “and do as I have bid.”
And when the great feast was served the head was put in the middle of the table.
On the morrow there was let cry war in the seigneury of Heurne. And Sir Roel went with a goodly force of men to attack by arms the castle of the Miserable, whereof all the relatives, friends, and followers were either hanged or slain.
And My Lord the Count gave to the family of Heurne, the goods, titles and territories of Halewyn, excepting only the ugly shield, and theirs they remain to this day.