Then answered the servant, as low as she might:
“’Tis only Sir Peter his love-lady light.”
“And if he possessed such a leman, why rode
Sir Peter the knight to my father’s abode?
“And had good Sir Peter a leman so brave,
O why did he me of my father e’er crave.
“More gold she displays on her ten fingers small,
Than my father could show in his good castle all.”
Now o’er was the supper, the laugh and the song,
To retire to her bed the young bride she doth long.
With the bride to the bridal apartment they go,
Fair Kirstin in front bears the yellow flambeau.
The bride in the soft bridal couch they have plac’d,
To come to her arms good Sir Peter made haste.
INGEFRED AND GUDRUNE.
Ingefred and Gudrune they sate in their bower,
Each bloomed a beauteous fragrant flower—
So sweet it is in summer tide!
A working the gold fair Ingefred kept,
Still sate Gudrune, and bitterly wept.