Then up spoke little Danneved,
He was the son of a knight so high:
“Now I have such a brother found,
I never more will grieve or sigh.
“God’s blessing upon thee, young Swayne Trost,
To thee my troth I now will give;
I’ll ne’er deceive thee, young Swayne Trost,
As long as I on earth shall live.”
Little Danneved and young Swayne Trost,
In sables and mard themselves array;
And both of them took so joyously
To the imperial Court their way.
SIR PALL, SIR BEAR, AND SIR LIDEN.
Liden he rode to the Ting, and shewed
His bloody gashes there:
“And these were done by no other one
But my dear brother Bear.”
With humble air upstood Sir Bear,
And for leave to speak he cried:
“I’ll give thee gold and silver to hold,
And my good broad lands beside.”
“Keep thou thyself thy silver pelf,
And thy good broad lands for me;
By God I swear this little hand fair
Thy death, brother Bear, shall be.”
Home to their hall ride Bear and Pall.
With unsuspicious mind;
In wrathful mood, with five swains good,
Followed Liden close behind.
Sir Pall, and Sir Bear, and Sir Liden, three were,
And they met the boughs beneath:
’Twas sad to view how quick out-flew
Their faulchions from the sheath.
First Pall he slew his brother true,
Then Bear to death he smote;
I tell to ye for verity
His own death wound he got.