And he slew wolves and bears, All before the high chambér; Then taketh he out the maiden free Who so long had languished there. And now hath Lady Hermolin Escaped from all harm; Now sleeps she sweet full many a sleep, On brave Sir Thynnè's arm. And now has brave Sir Thynnè Escaped all sorrow and tine; Now sleeps he sweet full many a sleep, Beside Lady Hermolin. Most thanketh he Ulva, the little Dwarf's daughter Who him with the runes had bound, For were he not come inside of the hill, The lady he never had found.[164] _Proud Margaret._ Proud Margaret's[165] father of wealth had store, Time with me goes slow.-- And he was a king seven kingdoms o'er, But that grief is heavy I know.[166] To her came wooing good earls two, Time with me goes slow.-- But neither of them would she hearken unto, But that grief is heavy I know. To her came wooing princes five, Time with me goes slow.-- Yet not one of them would the maiden have, But that grief is heavy I know. To her came wooing kings then seven, Time with me goes slow.-- But unto none her hand has she given, But that grief is heavy I know. And the hill-king asked his mother to read, Time with me goes slow.-- How to win proud Margaret he might speed, But that grief is heavy I know. "And say how much thou wilt give unto me," Time with me goes slow.-- "That herself may into the hill come to thee?" But that grief is heavy I know. "Thee will I give the ruddiest gold," Time with me goes slow.-- "And thy chests full of money as they can hold," But that grief is heavy I know. One Sunday morning it fell out so, Time with me goes slow.-- Proud Margaret unto the church should go, But that grief is heavy I know. And all as she goes, and all as she stays, Time with me goes slow.-- All the nearer she comes where the high hill lay, But that grief is heavy I know. So she goeth around the hill compassing, Time with me goes slow.-- So there openeth a door, and thereat goes she in, But that grief is heavy I know. Proud Margaret stept in at the door of the hill, Time with me goes slow.-- And the hill-king salutes her with eyes joyfúl, But that grief is heavy I know. So he took the maiden upon his knee, Time with me goes slow.-- And took the gold rings and therewith her wed he, But that grief is heavy I know. So he took the maiden his arms between, Time with me goes slow.-- He gave her a gold crown and the name of queen, But that grief is heavy I know.