“Here, Truid, thou sitt’st the red wine taking,
Whilst Ribolt off with thy bride is making.”
Then through his hall Sir Truid roar’d:
“Up, up, ye knights, take helm and sward!”
Barely a mile had they advanced
When fair Gulborg behind her glanced.
“O yonder my father’s steed I see,
And the knight who is betrothed to me.”
“Gulborg, be therefore in no pain,
But hold our steeds by the bridle rein.
“And though to earth thou see me fall,
Gulborg thou must not upon me call.
“And though thou see me freely bleed,
Let not my name from thy mouth proceed.”
His helm on his head Sir Ribolt cast,
Gulborg with her fair hands laced it fast.
Then, crying his cry, he slays outright
Her father dear and her plighted knight,
And, at the second “Halloo,” he slew
Her brothers with locks of yellow hue.