Wâ-te, the brave old warrior, at once on his way to court in haste departed.
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He reached the land of the Hegelings. When he now was seen,
As he came near Kampatille, but little sorrow, I ween,
Was felt by the kingly Hettel; with speed he went to greet him,
And thought of the kindly welcome he would give his friend, old Wâ-te, when he met him.
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Right glad was he to see him; with hearty speech he says:
“Sir Wâ-te, thou art welcome; many are the days
Since I have looked upon you, when on our horses sitting,