At first I hardly knew where I was, and afterwards when I went to take up his clothes they were turned into stone. Who then died with fear but I? Yet I drew my sword and went until I reached the farm where my sweetheart lived. I entered the courtyard and almost breathing my last I felt so faint I thought I never should recover. My betrothed inquired why I was out so late and said to me: "Had you come sooner you might have helped us, for a wolf entered the farmyard and worried our cattle, but he did not get off scot-free for our servant drove a lance through his neck." When I heard this I did not doubt what had happened. When I came back to the spot where the clothes lay I found nothing but blood, but when I got home I found the soldier in bed with a great wound in his neck and the doctor dressing it. Then I knew he was a turnskin, nor would I ever have broken bread with him again, no, not if you had killed me.