p. 13

See, see, with Queen Sophy sits Valdemar bold. About little Kirsten much parlance they hold.

“Now hark, my good Lord! I have this to propose, That thou shalt give Kirsten to Buris for spouse.

A sister thou hast, I a brave brother own, A wedding we’ll have ere this good year be flown.”

“It never shall happen, as long as I live, That I to a horse-thief my sister will give.

My sister’s a princess so fair and so bright, But Buris is liker a groom than a knight.”

p. 14Then pale as a corpse grew Sophia to see; “My noble lord, wherefore despisest thou me?”

p. 14

The Queen struck with fury her hand on the board: “Be sure that I vengeance will have for that word.”

King Valdemar now to the war-field should wend, Behind stays Sir Buris the land to defend.

Forth, forth from the land the bold King his course bent, So many a beautiful knight with him went.

Him followed so many a chivalrous band; He disposed of his sister, the fair mirror’s hand.

To a prince rich and fine and of valour approved, He gave little Kirsten, his sister beloved.

With Buris Sophia sits over the board, And much brooded she on King Valdemar’s word.

p. 15“Sir Buris, my brother, list thou to my say: Beguile the King’s sister whilst he is away.”

p. 15

Sir Buris he cast on his sister his eyes: “O why my dear sister dost talk in this guise?

To do such an act I will never consent, To make her my wife is my wish and intent.”

The Queen with her hand struck the table with force: “Just, just as I bid thee direct thou thy course.”

His mantle of azure Sir Buris puts on, And unto the princess Sir Buris is gone.

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