She, the high-born maiden, should go with fair Ortrun;
They bade that she be merry, and wine with her be drinking.
The homeless wanderer answered: “To make me queen you never need be thinking.
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“Well you wot, Lord Hartmut, whate’er your wish may be,
Betrothed am I to another, and am no longer free.
That I one day shall wed him has with an oath been plighted;
Until by death he’s taken I will not wed with any man e’er knighted.”
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Then spake the lordly Hartmut: “You only waste your breath;