And a little music to round things off
Those clogs. Time for a story. Young noblewoman promised in marriage to a prince. She prefers Horny Handed Son of Toil. The two men fight. HHST wins, slaughters prince, and hands the royal heart to his true love spiked on the end of his clog. Even now, lovers are supposed to exchange clogs as love tokens, presumably without human hearts attached. There are other, more palatable versions of this story. Take your pick.