“Wherein is there comfort for sorrow,” answered the valiant thane,
“More than in love of a true heart? Whoso this treasure may gain,
And hath won whom his heart hath chosen, and filled the void thereof,
He proveth that for sorrow there is no salve like unto love.
And if thou to my noble master wilt yield thy love, and wed,
Twelve crowns of mighty kingdoms will he set upon thine head,
Yea, and of thirty princes my Lord shall give thee the lands;
Subject are they, overmastered by his all-conquering hands.
Thou shalt be withal liege-lady of many a warrior bold
Which were vassals to my mistress Helka in days of old,