[1021]
Whatever she was bidden the willing maiden did;
No work of hers she slighted, nor should for aught be chid.
For seven years, full-numbered, in a land far over the water,
The maid was toiling wearily, and none did hold her as a kingly daughter.
[1022]
The years had long been running, and the ninth was coming on,
When Hartmut to bethink him wisely had begun,
That indeed ’twas shameful that he no crown was wearing;
And for himself and his kinsmen ’twas right the name of king he now were bearing.