V. How it came about that Sir Halewyn, after a certain tournament, called upon the devil for aid.
At the third tournament wherein he was beaten there were on the field his father, mother, brother, and sister.
And his father said:
“Well, look at my fine son, Siewert the soft, Siewert the overthrown, Siewert the faint-heart, coming back from jousting with his tail between his legs, like a dog thrashed with a great stick.”
And his mother said:
“I suppose for certain that My Lord the Count has put a gold chain round thy neck, and acclaimed thee publicly, for having so valiantly in this jousting jousted on thy back, as in the old days my lord of Beaufort was wont to make thee do. Holy God! that was a fine tumble.”
And his sister said:
“Welcome, my fair brother, what news do you bring? Thou wert the victor for certain, as I see from thy triumphant mien. But where is the wreath of the ladies?”
And his brother said: