And when they arrived at the lofty castelle,
Down, down from her horse little Kirstenlill fell.
At the window the Queen stood and laughed with delight:
“Come hither and view of your sister the plight.”
To lift her from the ground little Knud was not slow:
“In the name of Lord Jesus the whole truth avow.”
They helped her the stairs of the hall to ascend:
“Now thee to the powerful Christ we commend.”
In the doorway she crossed herself thrice on the breast:
“To Christ I commend me, the mighty and blest.”
Then in through the door little Kirsten she wends,
And his white hand to her the bold monarch tends.
Then unto her brother she gives her fair hand:
“ I joy much to see thee returned to the land.”
Much favour and friendship to her he display’d
And that Queen Sophia so furious made.
The king to the brim filled a beaker with wine:
“I beg of thee drink to me, dear sister mine!”
“Now hear, little Kirsten, what I to thee say,
Thou shalt sing before me some pretty love-lay.”