For this, whate’er you ask me, I ne’er will say you nay;
And help his warriors also, who in the dust lie bleeding,
And show your skill to his liegemen who stood by him, when he their help was needing.
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“Nor must you be forgetful of those of the Hegeling land,
Who were friends to Hettel; wet with their blood is the sand
On which they now are lying, as if a rain were falling:
Sorrowful tales of their fighting for me there ne’er can be an end of telling.”
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Then spake the aged Wâ-te: “Their wounds I cannot heal,—