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Then said the lovely maiden: “For this I have no mind;
For while the fiendish Gerlind to me is so unkind,
The love of knights, tho’ worthy, I can long for never.
To her and all her kindred henceforth am I a bitter foe forever.”
[1028]
“Sorry am I,” said Hartmut; “to you will I make good
The hate my mother Gerlind to you so harshly showed;
As for both of us is worthy, your wrongs shall now be righted.”
The high-born maiden answered: “I trust you not; your word need ne’er be plighted.”