Gu-drun, the lovely maiden, looked on, and heard the din.
Luck is round and rolling, like a ball, I ween;
And since to end the fighting to her it was not given,
She hoped that, when ’twas over, her father and his foe would find their strength was even.
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She then began to call to him, from out the palace hall:
“Hettel, my noble father, behold how blood doth fall,
From out the hauberks flowing! Everywhere about us
The walls therewith are spattered! A neighbor ill is Herwic, and harm hath wrought us.
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