'You forgot one thing,' she said, when they were alone. 'I
recognized my father's ring which Hankur the Tall had stolen, on
the finger of your right hand, and I knew that it was you and not
Geirald who had slain the robber band. I was the page who fought
you, and again I saw the ring on your finger, though it was
absent from his when he stood before me to claim the prize. That
was why I ordered the combat between you, though your faith to
your word prevented my plan being successful, and I had to try
another. The man who keeps his promise at all costs to himself
is the man I can trust, both for myself and for my people.'

So they were married, and returned to their own kingdom, which
they ruled well and happily. And many years after a poor beggar
knocked at the palace gates and asked for money, for the sake of
days gone by--and this was Geirald.

[From Neuislandischem Volksmarcher.]




Habogi



Once upon a time there lived two peasants who had three
daughters, and, as generally happens, the youngest was the most
beautiful and the best tempered, and when her sisters wanted to
go out she was always ready to stay at home and do their work.