Chapter VII

(And Guldemar) “My liege,” (here his head bowed,)
“Or the king’s sister, or the fairer she,
That woman, my dear lord will give to me?” ...
“By the cross!” swore the monarch; “though she prove
Ice! Though her hate thy passion’s warmth excels.”
Said Guldemar: “_And if I have her love?_”
The king: “Ourself shall ring the marriage bells.”