Another day and Earnest lay, Safe on his mother's breast; Thus to her sorrow a gladsome morrow Had brought her joy and rest. The giant knight was judged aright, Sentenced to death he lay; The elector mild, since safe his child, Sent forth the doom to stay. But all to late, and o'er the gate Of Freiburg's council hall Sir Konrad's head, with features dread, The traitor's eyes appal. The scullion Hans who wrought their plans, And oped the window grate, Whose faith was sold for Konrad's gold, He met a traitor's fate V. Behold how gay the wood to-day, The little church how fair, What banners wave, what tap'stry brave Covers its carvings rare! A goodly train--the parents twain, And here the princess two, Here with his pole, George, stout of soul, And all his comrades true. High swells the chant, all jubilant, And each boy bending low, Humbly lays down the wrapping gown He wore the night of woe. Beside them lay a smock of grey, All grimed with blood and smoke; A thankful sign to Heaven benign, That spared the sapling oak. 'What prize would'st hold, thou 'Triller bold', Who trilled well for my son?' 'Leave to cut wood, my Lord, so good, Near where the fight was won.' 'Nay, Triller mine, the land be thine, My trusty giant-killer, A farm and house I and my spouse Grant free to George the Triller!' Years hundred four, and half a score, Those robes have held their place; The Triller's deed has grateful meed From Albrecht's royal race. The child rescued by George the Triller's Golden Deed was the ancestor of the late Prince Consort, and thus of our future line of kings. He was the son of the Elector Friedrich the mild of Saxony, and of Margarethe of Austria, whose dream presaged her children's danger. The Elector had incurred the vengeance of the robber baron, Sir Konrad of Kauffingen, who, from his huge stature, was known as the Giant Ritter, by refusing to make up to him the sum of 4000 gulden which he had had to pay for his ransom after being made prisoner in the Elector's service. In reply to his threats, all the answer that the robber knight received was the proverbial one, 'Do not try to burn the fish in the ponds, Kunz.'