His followers from Moorland, when now his hopes were lost, were mourning sadly.
[585]
From him was the maid withholden by Hettel’s lofty pride;
And now their loving friendship was ended on either side.
Then swore the Moor that never he his hate would slacken,
And that the grudge he bore him, whate’er befell, should never be forsaken.
[586]
Then from the land of the Hegeling rode they all away.
When many years were ended, there came at last a day
When by a knight most worthy was bitter sorrow tasted;