'Sir Knight, since thy deadly peril thou hast passed, nor thy death hast found, He gives to thine hand his kingdom, this Burg, and the lands around, No claim doth he make upon it; and peace doth he promise thee-- This he sware in the ears of his people, and a man of his word is he, 510 That the knight who withstood the venture, this gift should be his for aye. And all who from Christendom's countries 'neath the spell of his magic lay, Be they woman, or man, or maiden, are thy vassals both one and all, And many from lands of paynim with us 'neath his power must fall. Let this folk then now get them homewards, where yet for our loss they mourn, 515 For to dwell in the land of the stranger, it maketh my heart forlorn And He, who the stars hath counted, may He teach thee to give us aid, And turn once again to rejoicing those hearts that are sore afraid!' 'A child was born of a mother, who its mother's mother shall be; For the ice it came of the water; when the sunlight shineth free, 520 Then nothing I ween shall hinder that water from ice be born-- Of my glad youth I often think me, tho' now I must weep forlorn, If my lot shall once more be joyful then the child from the child shall spring. And thou, art thou wise and courteous, methinks well mayst work this thing!' ''Tis long since all joy forsook me! The skiff 'neath its sail flies fast, 525 But the man who doth sail within it hath swifter his voyage o'erpast. If thou readest aright my riddle thy fame shall wax high and fleet, For our joy canst thou make to blossom, and our song to ring clear and sweet. And, bringers of joy, shall we journey into many a distant land, Where the folk weep sore for our losing, and shall greet us with outstretched hand!' 530