“Here stand’st thou, Sir Sallemand, gallantly dight,
Say, wilt thou house me with thee to-night?”
“As one from God thou shalt welcome be,
Respect and honour I pay to thee.”
To the hall of the women Sir Thor led they,
His eyes fell straight on the lovely may.
They washed their hands and to table went,
With the music and talk were they well content.
And when they had feasted all so free,
They cried for chess to increase their glee.
“Sir Sallemand, listen to what I say,
May I at chess with thy daughter play?”
“Yes, thou to play with her art free,
Whether within or without I be.”
The young Sir Thor and Thure the maid,
A game of chess at the table played.
The longer they played, they happier grew,
Full pleased with each other were the two.
“Hear thou, May Thure, thou lily bright,
Wilt thou with thy white hand thyself to me plight?”