Child Maidelvold -- Sir Peter -- Ingefred and Gudrune -- Sir Ribolt.
er fingers so tapering she twirled at the pin:
"Child Maidelvold rise, and with speed let me in."
"I've summoned no one the tribunal before,
And at night to no one will I open my door."
"Child Maidelvold rise, I beseech, in Christ's name,
I've spoke to my mother who knows of my shame.
"Aloft on the gallows she'll hang thee, I trow,
And burn me to ashes the gallows below."
"O I will not hang, my sweet maiden, for thee
And thou shalt not burn, my sweet maiden, for me.
"Collect thou thy gold in the coffer with speed,
And I'll to the stable and saddle my steed."
He flung round the maiden his mantle so wide,
And he lifted her up on his courser of pride.
They came to the wood of the briar and rose,
There Sidselil craved for a while to repose.
"Now art thou fatigued by thy journey, sweet love,
Or say, does the saddle too close for thee prove?"
"I am not o'ercome by the journey, sweet love,
But the saddle too close for my burden doth prove."
He spread on the cold earth his mantle so wide:
"Here rest thee a space and I'll watch by thy side."
"O Jesus, that one