ay
goodwill to my bonny wee son who has come from Elmond wood.'

Then young Etin did as his mother had said.

The first ring he gave to the porter, and without a word the gate
was opened for the little wee boy.

He gave the second ring to the butler, and without a word the
little wee boy was led into the hall.

The third ring he gave to the minstrel, and without a word he
took his harp and forthwith played goodwill to the bonny wee boy
from the greenwood.

Now, when the little Etin reached the earl, he fell on his knee
before him.

The old earl looked upon the little lad, and his eyes they were
filled with tears.

'My little wee boy, ye must haste away,' he cried. 'An I look
upon you long my heart will break into three pieces, for ye have
the eyes, the hair of my lost May Margaret.'

'My eyes are blue as my mother's eyes, and my yellow hair curls
as does hers,' cried the little wee boy.

'Where is your mother?' then cried the earl, and the tears rolled
down his cheek.

'My mother is standing at the castle gate, and with her are my
six little wee brothers,' said the bonny young Etin.

'Run, porter boys, run fast,' said the earl, 'and throw wide
open the gates that my daughter may come in to me.'

Into the hall came Margaret, her six little sons by her side.
Before the earl she fell upon her knee, but the earl he lifted
her up and said, 'Ye shall dine with me to-day, ye and your seven
bonny little sons.'

'No food can I eat,' said Margaret, 'until I see again my dear
husband. For he knows not where he may find me and his seven dear
little sons.'

'Now will I send my hunters, and they shall search the forest
high and low and bring Hynde Etin unto me,' said the earl.

Then up and spake the little wee Etin.

'Search for my father shall ye not, until ye do send to him a
pardon full and free.'

And the earl smiled at the young Etin.

'In sooth a pardon shall your father have,' said he.

With his own hand the earl wrote the pardon, and he sealed it
with his own seal. Then the hunters were off and away to search
for Hynde Etin. They sought for him east and they sought for him
west, they sought all over the countryside. And at length they
found him sitting alone in his home in Elmond wood. Alone, and
tearing his yellow locks, was Hynde Etin.

'Get up, Hynde Etin, get up and come with us, for the earl has
sent for you,' cried the merry hunters.

'The earl may do as he lists with me,' said Etin. 'He m