No, no; suffer me rather to fetch my own huge harp, strung with bears' sinews set in brass, for in truth I do feel myself inspired to play and sing." Gabrielle murmured a half-frightened assent; and Sintram having quickly brought his harp, began to strike it loudly, and to sing these words with a voice no less powerful: "Sir knight, sir knight, oh! whither away With thy snow-white sail on the foaming spray ?" Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! "Too long have I trod upon ice and snow; I seek the bowers where roses blow." Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! He steer'd on his course by night and day Till he cast his anchor in Naples Bay.
Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! There wander'd a lady upon the strand, Her fair hair bound with a golden band.
Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! "Hail to thee! hail to thee! lady bright, Mine own shalt thou be ere morning light." Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers' "Not so, sir knight," the lady replied, "For you speak to the margrave's chosen bride." Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! "Your lover may come with his shield and spear, And the victor shall win thee, lady dear!" Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! "Nay, seek for another bride, I pray; Most fair are the maidens of Naples Bay." Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! "No, lady; for thee my heart doth burn, And the world cannot now my purpose turn." Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! Then came the young margrave, bold and brave; But low was he laid in a grassy grave.
Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! And then the fierce Northman joyously cried, "Now shall I possess lands, castle, and bride!" Sing heigh, sing ho, for that land of flowers! Sintram's song was ended, but his eyes glared wildly, and the vibrations of the harp-strings still resounded in a marvellous manner.

Biorn's attitude was again erect; he stroked his long beard and rattled his sword, as if in great delight at what he had just heard.

Much shuddered Gabrielle before the wild song and these strange forms, but only till she cast a glance on the Lord of Montfaucon, sat there smiling in all his hero strength, unmoved, the rough uproar passed by him like an autumnal storm..