Then he lifted up his vizor, and greeted his conqueror with a friendly smile, though his countenance was pale.
The victor bowed humbly, almost timidly, and said, "You, my knight, overthrown--and by me! I understand it not." "It was her own will," answered Froda, smiling.

"Come now to your gentle bride." The multitude around shouted aloud, each lady and knight bowed low, when the aged duke pointed out to them the lovely pair, and at his bidding, the betrothed, with soft blushes, embraced each other beneath the green garlands of the golden bower.
That very day were they solemnly united in the chapel of the castle, for so had Froda earnestly desired.

A journey into a far-distant land, he said, lay before him, and much he wished to celebrate the marriage of his friend before his departure..