Now am I queen in Denmark—the greater is my shame.
6
“Never again shalt slumber all on my lily-white arm,
Until thou hast slain King Erik, that wrought me dule and harm!”
7
It was young Sir Marstig that rode away to the Thing;
Never a word he answered, until he should meet with the King.
8
It was young Sir Marstig stood forth in all men’s sight,
He greeted there both page and squire and many a noble knight.