Then the King’s fair little daughter,
Who had listened with tearful eyes,
Spake softly, “Have pity, my father!
Hath he not won the prize?”
“Arise!” said the good King, smiling,
“Forsooth I will keep my word,”
(And, saying, the young lad’s shoulder
Lightly he touched with his sword);
“Forsooth I will keep my promise,
Since the little one pleads thy claim!