gh banish'd from the land I be."

"O rather than ruin us in thy wrath,
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
Receive thy bride and ride thy path,
Though banish'd from the land ye be."

They o'er her threw the blue cloak with speed,
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
And placed her upon Sir Ranild's steed,
Though banish'd from the land he be.

They had for their bridal bed alone,
_For thus the tale was told to ne_--
The holt, the field, and the mead new mown,
For banish'd from the land they be.

"The forest can hear, and the mead can view,
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
We here must live as outlaws do,
For banish'd from the land we be."

"Hadst thou not helped the King to slay,
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
In peace at home we now might stay,
But banish'd from the land we be."

He struck her a blow the table o'er,
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
"Should'st guard thy tongue, child, guests before,
Though banish'd from the land we be."

He struck her on her face so fair:
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
"In Erik's death I had no share,
Though banished from the land I be."

SONG THE THIRD.

So wide around the tidings bound
That Ranild's prisoner taken;
Had he been aware how it would fare
He had not Hielm forsaken.
The death of woe, spaed long ago,
They'll wreak on him now, I reckon.

Into the hall steps Ranild tall,
And withouten trepidation;
Bids his Lord good bye, and the chivalry
Who have at court their station.
O, Lord Christ! be each man kept free
From misfortune and tribulation.

"In mind dost bear, King Erik dear,
On whom may blessings pour,
That service I wrought in your father's court,
Of all his swains the flower?
Both in and out I've borne you about
In sunshine and in shower."

"Yes, service you wrought in my father's court,
For money and clothes imparted,
And betrayed his life to the foeman's knife,
Like a monster treacherous hearted.
And as sure as now the crown's on my brow,
To the wheel thou shalt be carted."

"Hew off, I intreat, my hands and feet,
Most willingly them I proffer;
My eyes blood red tear out of my head,
And the worst death let me suffer;
But all the pains that Ranild gains
For his treason scarce enough are."

"Thine eyeballs twain thou may'st retain,
And thy hands and feet unriven;
But thou thy breath shalt yield to a death
The cruelles