So she lamented in piteous guise,
But no one heard the maiden’s cries.
“To his true love each lad comes home,
And why not mine across the foam?
“O would to Christ I had a friend,
That I to the shore a message might send.
“I’d give him presents rich and fair,
If he would in secret my message bear.”
Straight then answered the little foot-boy:
“Thy message I’ll bear to the strand with joy.”
The boy he ran to the yellow sand,
Sir Thor was steering his ship to the land.
Sir Thor was the first who stepped to shore,
To him his message the foot-boy bore.
“How speed the folk on this island, say?
How speeds fair Thure, my plighted may?”
“O well doth she speed through heaven’s grace,
To-morrow her bridal will take place.
“She’s betrothed to a Duke of high degree,
Live and die with her will he.”