While Wâ-te these was binding he bade the maids step back,—
The youthful high-born ladies. Wâ-te’s wish was the stronger
To heal her father quickly, that so his daughter there might weep no longer.
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Healed with plants and herbage and many a far-sought weed,
From all his pain did Hagen feel himself now freed;
They eased his hurts with plaster, and when again the maiden
Turned to see her father, she found him well, with aches no longer laden.
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Wâ-te, the healing-master, made haste,—no time he lost;