High in hand their weapons Hettel and Ludwig bore,—
Well had they been sharpened. Soon each knew the more
Who was now his foeman, such strength they both were showing.
Ludwig slew King Hettel; and out of this our mournful tale is growing.
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When the lord of Matelan upon the field lay slain,
Soon ’twas told to his daughter: loudly then began
Gu-drun to mourn her father, so did many a maiden;
Not one could stop her wailing: friends and foes alike were sorrow-laden.
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