“My trusty faulchion Adelring I’ll freely lend to thee; No man be sure shall thee o’ercome, However strong he be. p. 10“My trusty faulchion Adelring To thee I’ll freely yield, But, oh! beware thee of the tears Beneath the hilt conceal’d. p. 10 “Beware thee of those frightful tears, They all are bloody red; If down thy fingers they should run Thou wert that moment dead.” Upstood the bold Sir Nielus then, Drew out the sword amain; One blow and off the head is hewn Of Sivard Snareswayne. Beneath his mantle then he takes The head, distilling blood, And hurrying to the chamber high Before Brynilda stood. “Behold the head, the bloody head, Thou didst so crave to gain; For thee I’ve done a felon deed Which gives my heart such pain.” p. 11“O lay aside the bloody head, It fills my heart with fright; And come to me, my dearest lord, Beneath the linen white.” p. 11 “I crave thee, woman, not to think I came for sport and play; Thou wast the wicked cause that I From honour went astray.” It was the bold Sir Nielus then His faulchion he drew out; It was the beauteous Brynild whom He all to pieces smote. “Now have I slain my comrade dear, And eke my lovely may, Yet still I am resolved in mind A third, a third to slay.” So then against the hard stone floor He placed the trusty glaive; To his heart’s root the point in went, And him his death wound gave. p. 12’Twere better that this maid had died Within her mother’s womb, Than that these princely men through her To such an end should come. p. 12 Now will I rede, each honest man Well to deliberate ever; Unequalled woman’s cunning is, Though guiles of men be clever. She laughs when ’tis her wish to laugh, And weeps when she will weep; Whene’er she wants thy heart to move Fair words on thee she’ll heap. Be she sick, or be she well, In woman ne’er confide; In murder red, by woman led, His hands Sir Nielus dyed. p. 13KING VALDEMAR AND HIS SISTER
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