The babe in the cradle must rue the day!”
19
“Now busk thee and boun thee, Bengerd the Queen!
Shalt fare to the foray with me, I ween.”
20
The first shaft shot from the foeman’s bark
In Bengerd’s bosom found its mark.
21
Now Bengerd in darksome mould abides,
And the peasant hath oxen and kine besides.