“My lands with fire are wasted, and my castle broken down;
Ill our walls were guarded while we from home were gone:
Foes have seized my daughter; my kin in death are sleeping;
My trusty men are slaughtered to whom I left my land and name in keeping.”
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Herwic now was weeping, in his eyes the tear-drops stood;
Wet were the eyes of Hettel, and fast they overflowed:
So it was with others, at seeing them thus weeping;
Every one was sorrowful who, near the king, his faith to him was keeping.
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