Could e’er my wrongs be righted. If but this were granted,
That I, poor God-forsaken, might see Gu-drun again, naught else were wanted.”
[930]
Old Wâ-te spake to Hilda: “Lady, weep no more.
’Tis best that we be sending, before twelve days are o’er,
To gather all your warriors, who will help you gladly
To plan a raid on the foeman; so with the Norman will it yet go badly.”
[931]
He said: “My Lady Hilda, list to what befell:
Erewhile I took from pilgrims nine ships, and then set sail: