Then up and spake the little wee Etin.
'Search for my father shall ye not, until ye do send to him a pardon full and free.'
And the earl smiled at the young Etin.
'In sooth a pardon shall your father have,' said he.
With his own hand the earl wrote the pardon, and he sealed it with his own seal. Then the hunters were off and away to search for Hynde Etin. They sought for him east and they sought for him west, they sought all over the countryside. And at length they found him sitting alone in his home in Elmond wood. Alone, and tearing his yellow locks, was Hynde Etin.
'Get up, Hynde Etin, get up and come with us, for the earl has sent for you,' cried the merry hunters.
'The earl may do as he lists with me,' said Etin. 'He may cut off my head, or he may hang me on a greenwood tree. Little do I care to live,' moaned Etin, 'now that I have lost my lady Margaret.'
'The lady Margaret is in her father's hall, Hynde Etin,' said the hunters, 'nor food will she eat until ye do come to her. There is a pardon for you here sealed by the earl's own hand.'
Then Hynde Etin smoothed his yellow locks, and gay was he as he went with the hunters to the castle.
Down on his knee before the earl fell Hynde Etin. 'Rise, Etin, rise!' cried the earl. 'This day shall ye dine with me.'