and left the bower. Suddenly a gust of wind shook the green
wreaths and garlands, and they fell untwined and rustling
behind her. In this the people, displeased with the pride of
Hildegardis, thought they beheld an omen of punishment, and
with jeering words noticed it as they departed.




CHAPTER V.



The two knights had returned to their apartments in deep
silence. When they arrived there, Edwald caused himself to
be disarmed, and laid every piece of his fair shining armour
together with a kind of tender care, almost as if he were
burying the corpse of a beloved friend. Then he beckoned to
his squires to leave the chamber, took his lute on his arm,
and sang the following song to its notes:--


"Bury them, bury them out of sight,
For hope and fame are fled;
And peaceful resting and quiet night
Are all now left for the dead."


"You will stir up my anger against your lute," said Froda.
"You had accustomed it to more joyful songs than this. It