So furious then the weather was,
So wild the waters grew,
Asunder soon in Hogen’s hand
The oar of iron flew.
The iron oar asunder flew
In Hero Hogen’s hand,
Then with their broad and gilded shields
The heroes steered to land.
They ’gan to scour their faulchions
When they to land had won;
And there so proud a Damsel stood,
And their employ looked on.
O she was slender at the waist,
And just of proper height;
Swelling was her white bosom,
And maidenlike her gait.
They went away to Nörborough,
Where the gate was wont to stand:
“O where is now the porter
Who here should be at hand?”
“O here am I the porter,
To watch and ward I wait;
Did I but know whence ye were come
I’d bear your message straight.”
“O’er many a league of land and sea
We hither have repaired;
Dame Grimhild is our sister,
The truth is now declared.”
In then went the porter,
His stand by the board he took;
Quoth he: “Before our portal wait
Two knights of noble look.
“Two men of birth illustrious
Now wait before our gate;
The one he bears a fiddle,
And a gilded helm his mate.”
“O he no fiddle bears, I trow,
For any noble’s pay;
And whencesoever they are come
A prince’s sons are they.”