A fine crown of beaten gold, whence fell tresses of pale hair as long as herself.
What held she in her little hand?
The blessed sword brought from the crusade.
So apparelled she went out to the stable, and harnessed Schimmel, the great war-horse, with his saddle of State, a fine leathern seat, painted in divers colours, and richly worked with gold.
And they set out together, through the snow falling thickly.
XXVII. How Sir Roel and the lady Gonde questioned Toon the Silent, and of what he answered.
While Magtelt was on her way to Halewyn, and when the first hour of her journey had already gone by, the lady Gonde questioned Sir Roel: “Sir,” she said, “do you know where our daughter may be?”
Sir Roel said that he knew nothing of it; and speaking to the Silent: “Son,” said he, “dost thou know where thy sister has gone?”
The Silent answered quietly: “Magtelt is a brave maid; whom God leads he leads well.”