“Their lives not all have given, who help to you are owing,
And who would gladly grant it; though many by their death their love were showing.
[936]
“My arm shall never falter, nor heart from care be free,
Till Hartmut feels my anger, who stole the maid from me,
And dared from home to tear her, death to many dealing:
Soon will I ride to his borders; then will I seize and hold his lands and dwelling.”
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His men, though filled with sorrow, rode towards the town,
Flocking to Matelan castle. The queen her hope made known