#F.# The personages here are Linnich (i.e., Nellie) and a knight from England. The first twelve stanzas do not diverge from #C#, #D#, #E#. In stanza 13 we find the knight directing the lady to strip off her silk gown and gold necklace, as in the English #C#, #D#, #E#; but certainly this inversion of the procedure which obtains in German #C#, #D#, #E# is an accident arising from confused recollection. The 14th and last stanza similarly misunderstands the maid's feigned anxiety about the knight's fine coat, and brings the ballad to a false close, resembling the termination of those of the third class, still more those of certain mixed forms to be spoken of presently. (II.) The second series, #G-S#, has three or four traits that are not found in the foregoing ballads. #G#, which, as well as #H#, was in print more than two hundred years before any other copy is known to have been taken down, begins, like the Dutch Halewijn, with a knight (Ulinger) singing so sweetly that a maid (Fridburg) is filled with desire to go off with him. He promises to teach her his art. This magical song is wanting only in #R#, of class II, and the promise to teach it only in #Q#, #R#. She attires herself splendidly; he swings her on to his horse behind him, and they ride to a wood. When they came to the wood there was no one there but a white dove on a hazel-bush, that sang, Listen, Fridburg: Ulinger has hanged eleven[39] maids; the twelfth is in his clutches. Fridburg asked what the dove was saying. Ulinger replied, It takes me for another; it lies in its red bill; and rode on till it suited him to alight. He spread his cloak on the grass, and asked her to sit down: Er sprach sie solt ihm lausen, Sein gelbes Haar zerzausen.[40] Looking up into her eyes, he saw tears, and asked why she was weeping. Was it for her sorry husband? Not for her sorry husband, she said. But here some stanzas, which belong to another ballad,[41] have crept in, and she is, with no reason, made to ride further on. She comes to a lofty fir, and eleven maids hanging on it. She wrings her hands and tears her hair, and implores Ulinger to let her be hanged in her clothes as she is. 'Ask me not that, Fridburg,' he said; 'Ask me not that, thou good young maid; Thy scarlet mantle and kirtle black Will well become my young sister's back.' Then she begs to be allowed three cries. 'So much I may allow thee well, Thou art so deep within the dell; So deep within the dell we lie, No man can ever hear thy cry.' She cries, "Help, Jesu!" "Help, Mary!" "Help, dear brother!" 'For if thou come not straight, For my life 't will be too late!' Her brother seems to hear his sister's voice "in every sense." He let his falcon fly, Rode off with hounds in full cry; With all the haste he could He sped to the dusky wood.