When she came back to the city the drums and the trumpets struck up.[31] She stuck the head out of the window, and cried, "Now I am Roland's bride!" She drew it in, and cried, "Now I am a heroine!" #Danish.# Eleven versions of this ballad are known in Danish, seven of which are given in Danmarks gamle Folkeviser, No 183, 'Kvindemorderen,' #A-G#. Four more, #H-L#, are furnished by Kristensen, Jydske Folkeviser, I, Nos 46, 47, 91; II, No 85. #A#, in forty-one two-line stanzas (previously printed in Grundtvig's Engelske og skotske Folkeviser, p. 233), is from a 16th century MS.; #B#, thirty stanzas, #C#, twenty-four, #D#, thirty-seven, from MSS of the 17th century; #E#, fifty-seven, from a broadside of the end of the 18th; #F#, thirty, from one of the beginning of the 19th; and #G-L#, thirty-five, twenty-three, thirty-one, twenty-six, thirty-eight stanzas, from recent oral tradition. The four older versions, and also #E#, open with some lines that occur at the beginning of other ballads.[32] In #A# and #E#, and, we may add, #G#, the maid is allured by the promise of being taken to a paradise exempt from death and sorrow; #C#, #D#, #F# promise a train of handmaids and splendid presents. All the versions agree very well as to the kernel of the story. A false knight prevails upon a lady to elope with him, and they ride to a wood [they simply meet in a wood, #H#, #K#]. He sets to work digging a grave, which she says is too long for his [her] dog and too narrow for his [her] horse [all but #F#, #H#]. She is told that the grave is for her. He has taken away the life [and honor, #B#, #C#, #I#] of eight maids, and she shall be the ninth. The eight maids become nine kings' daughters in #E#, ten in #F#, nineteen in #G#, and in #E# and #F# the hard choice is offered of death by sword, tree, or stream. In #A#, #E#, #I#, #L# the knight bids the lady get her gold together before she sets out with him, and in #D#, #H#, #K#, #L# he points out a little knoll under which he keeps the gold of his previous victims. The maid now induces the knight to lie down with his head in her lap, professing a fond desire to render him the most homely of services[33] [not in #C#, #G#, #I#, #K#]. He makes an express condition in #E#, #F#, #G#, #H#, #L# that she shall not betray him in his sleep, and she calls Heaven to witness that she will not. In #G# she sings him to sleep. He slept a sleep that was not sweet. She binds him hand and foot, then cries, Wake up! I will not betray you in sleep.[34] Eight you have killed; yourself shall be the ninth. Entreaties and fair promises and pretences that he had been in jest, and desire for shrift, are in vain. Woman-fashion she drew his sword, but man-fashion she cut him down. She went home a maid.