hair. Then Edwald made a fair and shady grave in consecrated
ground, summoned the chaplain of the castle, and with his
assistance laid his beloved Froda therein.

He came back just as Hildegardis awoke; she beheld, with
wonder and humility, his mien of chastened joy, and asked him
whither he had been so early, to which he replied, with a
smile, "I have just buried the corpse of my dearly-loved
Froda, who, this very night, has passed away to his golden-
haired mistress." Then he related the whole history of
Aslauga's Knight, and lived on in subdued, unruffled
happiness, though for some time he was even more silent and
thoughtful than before. He was often found sitting on the
grave of his friend, and singing the following song to his
lute:--


"Listening to celestial lays,
Bending thy unclouded gaze
On the pure and living light,
Thou art blest, Aslauga'a Knight!

"Send us from thy bower on high
Many an angel-melody,
Many a vision soft and bright,
Aslauga's dear and faithful Knight!"