And now at last they rested. Many then must mourn
For wounds, in warfare given, whence the blood was welling;
But many lay there also who never more on thoughts of war were dwelling.
[528]
Then stepped forth King Hettel and near to Hagen stood,
And thus he spake to the warrior: “Since I well have wooed
Your lovely daughter Hilda, ’tis fit that you allow her
To wear the crown beside me: my many well-bred knights will fealty show her.”
[529]
Then Hettel sent for Wâ-te, of whom he was in need;