Then, in his most pleasant, most courtly style, he just hinted that she might see to it, and talk her husband over to other ways.
But it booted him even less than before.
And so things went on till autumn. The king's law was first, and his will was only second.
Then he began to dread what would be the end of it all. His eyes sparkled so fiercely that none dare come near him. But at night he would pace up and down, and shriek and bellow at his daughter, and give her all sorts of vile names.
Now one day he came in to Boel with a heavy gold crown full of the most precious stones. She should be the Queen of Finmark and Spitzbergen, said he, if her husband would do according to his will.
Then she looked him stiffly in the face, and said she would never seduce her husband into breaking the king's law.
He grew as pale as the wall behind him, and cast the gold crown on the floor, so that there was a perfect shower of precious stones about them.
She must know, said he, that her father and none other was king here. And now the young officer should find out how it fared with them who sat in his seat.
Then Boel washed her hands of her father altogether, but she advised her husband to depart forthwith.
And on the third day she had packed up all her bridal finery, and departed in the vessel with the young officer.