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Then answered him his mother: “My son, ’tis truth I say;
If we Gu-drun, proud maiden, for thirty years should pray,
If she with brooms were stricken, or with rods were beaten,
Your wife we ne’er could make her; hopeless it is the wayward maid to threaten.”
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She farther said to Hartmut: “However, since you bid,
I’ll gladly treat her better.” But still her mind she hid,
And Hartmut never knew it; erelong Gu-drun would find her
Harsher yet than ever; and now the maiden’s wrongs could no one hinder.