Yet her kindly care she stayed not; for she stept to his page's seat And with gentle words and friendly she prayed them to freely eat, 530 This she did her guest to honour: and the noble lads, I trow, Bare goodwill to the royal lady. Nor the queen methinks was slow To pass where the host was seated and his lady, the Burg-gravine, And she raised the golden goblet, and she spake as should fit a queen: 'Now unto your care I give him, our guest, and I rede ye both 535 Since the honour is yours, to hearken, and do my will nothing loth!' And she bade them farewell, and she turned her, and passed to her guest once more, Whose heart for her sake was heavy; and such sorrow for him she bore, And her heart and her eyes they answered, and they spake to her sorrow yea! And courteous she spake, the lady, 'Sir Knight, thou the word shalt say, 540 And whate'er be thy will, I will do it, for I hold thee a worthy guest. Now give me, I pray, dismissal; if here thou in peace shalt rest, Of that shall we all be joyful.' Her torch-holders were of gold, And four tapers they bare before her, so she rode to her fortress-hold. Nor long at the board they lingered--The hero was sad, and gay, 545 He was glad for the honour done him, yet a sorrow upon him lay, And that was strong Love's compelling, that a proud heart and courage high Can bend to her will, and gladness shall oft at her bidding fly.