His mantle of azure Sir Buris puts on,
And unto the princess Sir Buris is gone.
With prayers late and early the maiden he tired,
But could not obtain from her what he desired.
“Sir Buris, why seekest thou me to betray?
To my brother for this thou must answer some day.”
With ghastly white cheek did Sir Buris depart,
The maiden he loved from the depths of his heart.
Sir Buris flung on him his scarlet array,
And unto Sophia with speed took his way:
“The princess so firm and determined I find,
No knight in this world can e’er conquer her mind.”
“A pretty man, thou, to take love-work in hand,
If the powerful Runes thou dost not understand.”
“To the paths of fidelity I will return,
No wish do I feel your Rune-magic to learn.
King Valdemar left his domain to my care,
Shall I in return his dear sister ensnare?”
“O I will for thee the Rune-characters trace,
And thou them shalt cast in convenient place.”