Sir Loumor then laughed to his heart’s very core—
Not once had he laughed for eight winters before.
To the top of the castle proud Signild she goes,
And thence she so many a wistful look throws.
And now she perceives down the green hillock’s side
Her seven bold brothers so furiously ride.
Proud Signild she stands on the castle’s high peak,
She hears in the courtyard her seven brothers speak.
Proud Signild she hastes her array to put on,
And unto the hall to Sir Loumor she’s gone.
“Now hear thou, Sir Loumor, thou lord, great and fine,
“Wilt welcome these seven bold brothers of mine?”
“I’ll welcome these seven bold brothers of thine,
Proud Signild, as if they were brothers of mine.”
Sir Loumor again a wild laughter outsent,
And the hard marble wall by that laughter was rent.
Then outspake the child in the cradle that lay,
No word had the child ever spoke till that day:
“It shows that no good is about to take place,
When my father he laughs in my dear mother’s face.”