Rich grew Hartmut’s followers,— you well may trust that I the truth am telling.
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Then came the bold young Hartmut where he Gu-drun could see,
And said: “Most worthy lady, you erst looked down on me;
But now both I and my followers think of your kin so little,
We will not seize and hold them, but slay and hang them, so the strife to settle.”
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Then said the maiden only: “Alas! O father mine,
Had you of this been knowing, that I, a child of thine,
One day from out your kingdom would thus by foes be stolen,