The Queen struck with fury her hand on the board:
“Be sure that I vengeance will have for that word.”
King Valdemar now to the war-field should wend,
Behind stays Sir Buris the land to defend.
Forth, forth from the land the bold King his course bent,
So many a beautiful knight with him went.
Him followed so many a chivalrous band;
He disposed of his sister, the fair mirror’s hand.
To a prince rich and fine and of valour approved,
He gave little Kirsten, his sister beloved.
With Buris Sophia sits over the board,
And much brooded she on King Valdemar’s word.
“Sir Buris, my brother, list thou to my say:
Beguile the King’s sister whilst he is away.”
Sir Buris he cast on his sister his eyes:
“O why my dear sister dost talk in this guise?
To do such an act I will never consent,
To make her my wife is my wish and intent.”
The Queen with her hand struck the table with force:
“Just, just as I bid thee direct thou thy course.”