'What dost thou here, my Ulinger? What dost thou here, my master dear?' 'Twisting a withe, and that is all, To make a halter for my foal.' 'Twisting a withe, and that is all, To make a halter for thy foal! I swear by my troth thus shall it be, Thyself shalt be the foal for me.' 'Then this I beg, my Fridburger, Then this I beg, my master dear, That thou wilt let me hang In my clothes as now I stand.' 'Ask me not that, thou Ulinger, Ask me not that, false perjurer; Thy scarlet mantle and jerkin black Will well become my scullion's back.' His shield before his breast he slung, Behind him his fair sister swung, And so he hied away Where his father's kingdom lay. #H#, the nearly contemporaneous Augsburg broadside, differs from #G# in only one important particular. The "reuter" is Adelger, the lady unnamed. A stanza is lost between 6 and 7, which should contain the warning of the dove, and so is Adelger's version of what the bird had said. The important feature in #H#, not present in #G#, is that the halt is made near a spring, about which blood is streaming, "der war mit blut umbrunnenn." This adds a horror to this powerful scene which well suits with it. When the maid begins to weep, Adelger asks whether her tears are for her father's land, or because she dislikes him so much. It is for neither reason, but because on yon fir she sees eleven maids hanging. He confirms her fears: 'Ah, thou fair young lady fine, O palsgravine, O empress mine, Adelger 's killed his eleven before, Thou 'lt be the twelfth, of that be sure.'[42] The last two lines seem, by their form, to be the dove's warning that has dropped out between stanzas 6 and 7. The maid's clothes in #H# are destined to be the perquisite of Adelger's mother, and the brother says that Adelger's are to go to his shield-bearer. The unhappy maid cries but twice, to the Virgin and to her brother. When surprised by the brother, Adelger feigns to be twisting a withe for his falcon. #I# begins, like #G#, #H#, with the knight's seductive song. Instead of the dove directly warning the maid, it upbraids the man: "Whither now, thou Ollegehr?[43] Eight hast thou murdered already; and now for the ninth!" The maid asks what the dove means, and is told to ride on, and not mind the dove, who takes him for another man. There are eight maids in the fir. The cries are to Jesus, Mary, and her brothers, one of whom hastens to the rescue. He is struck with the beauty of his sister's attire,--her velvet dress, her virginal crown, "which you shall wear many a year yet." So saying, he draws his sword, and whips off his "brother-in-law's" head, with this epicedium: 'Lie there, thou head, and bleed, Thou never didst good deed. 'Lie there, thou head, and rot, No man shall mourn thy lot. 'No one shall ever be sorry for thee But the small birds on the greenwood tree.'[44]