“Here, Ribolt, hear, dear comrade mine,
Say, who’s that fair young page of thine?”
“Comrade, it is my youngest brother,
I’ve ta’en him from his doting mother.”
“It little avails such tales to tell;
Gulborg, Gulborg, I know thee well.
“Thy scarlet dress thou may’st disguise,
But thy cheeks of rose I recognise.
“Thy hair I know of fairest sort,
For long I’ve served at thy father’s court.
“By thy garb and shoon I know thee not,
But I know the knight who thy troth has got.”
A bracelet drew she forth of gold,
And gave it to that Count so bold:
“Where’er thou rest thee at close of day,
Be sure no word of me thou say.”
The Count he rode to Kulloe house,
Where the kemps were drinking a deep carouse.
He enter’d at Sir Truid’s gate—
At his table wide Sir Truid sate.