George Webbe Dasent, Popular Tales from the Norse — Tatterhood (1912)
“ First, the King drove off with his bride, and she was so lovely and so grand, all the people stopped to look after her all along the road, and they stared at her till she was out of sight. After them came the Prince on horseback by the side of Tatterhood, who trotted along on her goat with her wooden spoon in her fist, and to look at him, it was more like going to a burial than a wedding, and that his own; so sorrowful he seemed, and with never a word to say. "Why don't you talk?" asked Tatterhood, when they had ridden a bit. ”
