79 Joseph Jacobs The hall was furnished in a manner equally grand, and at one end of it was a glorious couch of velvet, silk and gold, and there sate Burd Ellen, combing her golden hair with a silver comb. And when she saw Childe Rowland she stood up and said: “God pity ye, poor luckless fool, What have ye here to do? “Hear ye this, my youngest brother, Why didn’t ye bide at home? Had you a hundred thousand lives Ye couldn’t spare any a one. “But sit ye down; but woe, O, woe, That ever ye were born, For come the King of Elfland in, Your fortune is forlorn.” Then they sate down together, and Childe Rowland told her all that he had done, and she told him how their two broth- ers had reached the Dark Tower, but had been enchanted by the King of Elfland, and lay there entombed as if dead. And then after they had talked a little longer Childe Rowland began to feel hungry from his long travels, and told his sister Burd Ellen how hungry he was and asked for some food, forgetting all about the Warlock Merlin’s warning. Burd Ellen looked at Childe Rowland sadly, and shook her head, but she was under a spell, and could not warn him. So she rose up, and went out, and soon brought back a golden basin full of bread and milk. Childe Rowland was just going to raise it to his lips, when he looked at his sister and re- membered why he had come all that way. So he dashed the bowl to the ground, and said: “Not a sup will I swallow, nor a bit will I bite, till Burd Ellen is set free.” Just at that moment they heard the noise of some one ap- proaching, and a loud voice was heard saying: “Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of a Christian man, Be he dead, be he living, with my brand, I’ll dash his brains from his brain-pan.”