[1015]
His wolfish mother answered: “How could I better teach
King Hettel’s ill-bred daughter? ’Twas bootless to beseech,
Nor could I ever bend her, to make her leave her jeering:
She scorned both you and your father and kindred, too: to this should you give hearing.”
[1016]
Then again spake Hartmut: “Much wrong we’ve done the maid.
Slain by us, her kindred and many knights lie dead;
While from the lovely maiden her father we have taken,
Slain by my father, Ludwig, and now with thoughtless words her woes we waken.”