As they passed the blackened ruins of Isolde’s tower, Näfra Kolla murmured—
“Once thou wert bright and fair,
Now thou art burnt, oh chamber mine.”
Fertram bent forward on his horse, and asked her what she had said. But she gave him no answer.
Shortly after they came to a big lime tree, whose sweet blossoms scented the whole air, and Näfra Kolla murmured—
“Behold this giant linden tree
Beneath whose shade Fertram and Isolde
Plighted their troth for ever and aye.
And he will hold to it yet!”
After riding some little distance further, they came to the deep trench.