Out came she, Dame Grimhild,
She so fair to speak was able:
“He does not bear a fiddle
For he serves a noble’s table.
“But they two gallant warriors are,
Two sprouts of Dukely tree;
To know them I have cause enough,
They brothers are to me.”
It was the Count Sir Gunselin,
His warriors he bespake:
“O, hither Hero Hogen comes,
A fray with him we’ll make.
“O, we will fight with them to-day,
And we will slay them all;
Then his red gold and forest green
Shall in our power fall.”
Then just within the portal
Hero Hogen answer made:
“With you I’ll blythely hazard that,
If ye be not afraid.”
Out then went the heroes all,
So sorely fast they hied;
Then unto old as well as young
Such evil did betide.
In hand of Folker Spillemand
The sword asunder flew;
He seized a big steel spear, above
The door that met his view.
And seven such gallant warriors
He slew at the first blow:
“In Drotten’s holy name,” he said,
“My fiddle be known now.
“Now merrily my fiddle goes,
Ye dance and spring around;
I sweat with strong exertion
In my acton narrow bound.”
It was the Count Sir Gunselin,
At Grimhild’s feet he kneeled:
“O part us from those hardy knights,
Or help against them yield.”