So I did according to what I had heard sung; and I plucked some of the leaves, and wove a triumphal wreath for the noble war-horse.

At the same time Skovmark,--you know that the faithful beast had always a great dislike to Biorn, and therefore had gone to the stable with the horse,--Skovmark jumped upon me, fawning, and seemed pleased, as if he wanted to thank me for my work; and such noble animals understand well about good prognostics." They heard the sound of Sintram's spurs on the stone steps, and Skovmark's joyous bark.

At that instant the supposed corpse of old Biorn sat up, looked around with rolling, staring eyes, and asked of the terrified retainers in a hollow voice, "Who comes there, ye people?
who comes there?
I know it is my son.

But who comes with him?
The answer to that bears the sword of decision in its mouth.

For see, good people, Gotthard and Rudlieb have prayed much for me; yet if the little Master come with him, I am lost in spite of them." "Thou art not lost, my beloved father!" Sintram's kind voice was heard to say, as he softly opened the door, and the bright red morning cloud floated in with him.
Biorn joined his hands, cast a look of thankfulness up to heaven, and said, smiling, "Yes, praised be God! it is the right companion! It is sweet gentle death!" And then he made a sign to his son to approach, saying, "Come here, my deliverer; come, blessed of the Lord, that I may relate to thee all that has passed within me." As Sintram now sat close by his father's couch, all who were in the room perceived a remarkable and striking change.