The young and old together at this with fear were stricken.
Ne’er was a throng more wretched; no other woes could one to theirs e’er liken.
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“Alas! my bitter sorrow!” said King Hettel’s wife.
“From me my lord is sundered, who there laid down his life,
The great and mighty Hettel! My pride, how is it fallen!
Lost are child and husband! Gu-drun I ne’er shall see, from me forever stolen.”
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Then both knights and maidens with sharpest woe were torn;
Their sorrow knew no healing. Loudly the queen forlorn