E’en such a minstrel know I: never hath any king
Had a braver fighter. My father and his mother
Were children of one father; worthier knight than he there’s not another.”
[415]
The maid began to ask him: “Tell me, then, his name.”
He said: “Men call him Horant; from the Danish land he came.
Although no crown he weareth, he yet for one is fitted:
We now know not each other, but once at Hettel’s court our love we plighted.”
[416]
When Morunc, too, was telling that erst, in his fatherland,