That's borne by a knight, the best of all -
Sir Iver Blaa is his name.

Now comes the six-and-twentieth shield,
A jav'lin there you spy;
Is borne by little Mimring Tan;
From no one will he fly.

Such knights and bearings as were there,
And who can them all relate;
It was Sivard, the Snaresvend;
No longer he deign'd to wait.

"If there be one of the Dane king's men,
Who at Dyst {21} is willing to ride,
Let him, I pray, without pause or delay,
Meet me by the wild wood's side.

"The man among you, ye Danish court men,
Who at Dyst has won most meeds;
Him I am ready to fight, this day,
For both of our noble steeds."

The heroes cast the die on the board;
The die it roll'd so wide:
"Since, young Sir Humble, it stops by thee,
'Gainst Sivard thou must ride."

Sir Humble struck his hand on the board;
No longer he lists to play: