Witless I was that e’er gave faith
To wicked woman’s smiles.’”
Hardyknute, stopping, comforts him; says that, if he can but mount his steed and manage to get to his castle on the hill, he will be tended there by his lady and Fairly fair herself; and offers to detach some of his men with him for convoy.
“With smileless look and visage wan
The wounded knicht replied:
‘Kind chieftain, your intent pursue,
For here I maun abide.
‘To me nae after day nor nicht
Can e’er be sweet or fair;
But soon, beneath some drapping tree,