Chapter 6 No.6

'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood,

Though the birds have still'd their singing;

The evening blaze doth Alice raise,

And Richard is fagots bringing.

Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf,

Before Lord Richard stands,

And as he cross'd and bless'd himself,

'I fear not sign,' quoth the grisly elf,

'That is made with bloody hands.'

But out then spoke she, Alice Brand,

That woman void of fear,-

'And if there's blood upon his hand,

'Tis but the blood of deer.'

-'Now loud thou liest, thou bold of mood!

It cleaves unto his hand,

The stain of thine own kindly blood,

The blood of Ethert Brand.'

Then forward stepp'd she, Alice Brand,

And made the holy sign,-

'And if there's blood on Richard's hand,

A spotless hand is mine.

'And I conjure thee, Demon elf,

By Him whom Demons fear,

To show us whence thou art thyself,

And what thine errand here?'