But still by high-born warriors the maid was not unsought.
Let pride be ne’er so lofty, as we have long been taught,
There always is another with just as high a bearing;
While to win her kindness his yearning grows, and his toil he is never sparing.
Tale the Fifth.
HOW WÂ-TE WAS SENT TO IRELAND AS A SUITOR.
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Hettel was lord in Daneland; to be its king he rose;
’Twas in the Sturmisch marches, as many a one well knows;
There abode his kindred, who ways of honor taught him.