Then his mother with forethought bade him to tarry till morning light, 255 'Nor from hence would I have thee journey till my rede thou hast heard aright-- _'Keep thou ever from paths untrodden and ford not the darkling stream, Where the waters flow clear and limpid, there safe is the ford I ween. And be ever fair and courteous, greet all men who pass thy way. If a wise man old and grey-headed would teach thee, as well he may,_ 260 _All courteous ways and fitting, as his word so shall be thy deed, Nor wax wroth if by whiles he chide thee, but give to my words good heed. And one thing, my son, would I tell thee, canst thou win from a maid her ring And her greeting fair, thou shalt take them, and sorrow hath lost her sting! If a kiss from her lips she will give thee, and thine arms shall the maid enfold,_ 265 _Be she pure and true thou art blessèd, and thy strength shall wax high and bold!'_ 'And hearken my son, a proud knight, Lähelein, do men call his name, From thy princes two lands hath wrested, else from them couldst thou tribute claim. And Waleis they are and Norgals--and one of thy princes brave, Turkentals, hath he slain, and thy people he hath smitten and doth enslave.' 270 'For such wrong will I vengeance, mother, if vengeance be here God's will, Be he never so strong with my javelin I think me to wound him still.'