Whereon his mother, Gerlind, sadly thus did say,
With tears her lot bewailing: “My son, oh, lack-a-day!
Alas that e’er the heralds to win the maiden started!
If we at home had kept them, e’en to this day had I been still light-hearted.”
Tale the Eleventh.
HOW HERWIC SENT TO SEEK GUDRUN AND HOW HARTMUT CAME HIMSELF.
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Hartmut left his wooing to wait for many a year.
Soon a tale was bruited (’twas true what men did hear)