Fair Kirstin she saddles her courser so gray,
To the house of Sir Peter she taketh her way.
She rides her horse into Sir Peter’s court yard,
And there stood the knight, clad in sable and mard.
“Now hear thou, Sir Peter, so handsome and fine,
Say, may I this day skink before thee the wine?”
“To skink wine before me if thee I permit,
Thou on the stone bench with the servants shalt sit.”
Adown her cheeks trickled the tear-drops so free—
How hard by each mortal insulted to be!
To the high and wide hall good Sir Peter proceeds,
Fair Kirstin behind him in rich scarlet weeds.
A coronet glittered her temples upon,
And full of gold rings were her fingers, each one.
When into the hall little Kirstin she came,
Uprose to receive her each maiden and dame.
She took in her fair hand the white silver can,
To skink mead before the young knight she began.
The youthful bride said to her servant: “Canst tell
The name of that skinker, that sweet demoiselle?”