“Ye Christian folk, whom, with dying look,
On the mead I am discerning,
A pater pray for my soul, to stay
Of God the anger burning;
That me He receive this very eve
To the joys for which I’m yearning.”
CHILD STIG AND CHILD FINDAL
Child Stig and Child Findal two brothers were they,
There ne’er were two brothers more gallant and gay.
Child Stig serves the Dane King in bower and hall,
High dames brushed his hair, and fair maidens withal.
Child Stig by the board of the Monarch he stood,
To him little Kirstin was cruel of mood.
“Full seven years I have been Lord of the Rune,
Of its power I’ll make trial this same afternoon.”
With his right hand he skinked the wine and the mead
And cast with his left the Rune characters dread.
To cast them on Kirstin the gallant Stig meant,
But under the dress of Rigissa they went.
O pallid as ashes the gallant Stig grew,
And red as the blood was Rigissa to view.
The gallant Child Stig placed his cap on his head,
And unto his foster dame’s chamber he sped.