Daily Stories

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?”

p. 12“Hear thou, Sir Thor, I tell thee plain, My faith and troth thou may’st obtain.

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“My faith and troth I would plight to thee If I knew thou would’st be true to me.”

“May Christ destroy the dastard vile Who a noble maid would ever beguile!”

She gave him her troth with her hand so fair, But what she did more there was none aware.

From his hand a gold bracelet he unbound, And placed it the Damsel’s arm around.

“Hear me, May Thure,” then said he, “How long wilt thou tarry a maid for me?”

“I will, Sir Thor, if need there be, For eighteen winters wait for thee.”

“So long a time thou need’st not wait, No longer a time than winters eight.”

When the eight winters they were o’er The damsel began to grieve so sore.

p. 13The damsel began to grieve so sore, And briny tears from her eyes to pour.

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A noble Duke has paid her his suit, A hero was he, on horse and on foot.

The Duke to her royal father said: “Wilt give me counsel thy daughter to wed?

“And she I’ll hold, till life depart, As the only lady of my heart.”

So rash a man was Sir Sallemand, To the Duke he promised his daughter’s hand.

“I’ll give my daughter to thy good hand, She never shall go into Norroway land.

“Sir Thor shall never behold the day, That he with her shall Norway sway.”