Ortrun sat beside her; her hue grew rosy-red
With eating and with drinking, ere many days were ended.
Enough was always ready: still the poor girl her mood ne’er wisely mended.
[1047]
If Hartmut thought to greet her, and spoke in friendly mood,
How little did it cheer her! She o’er her woes did brood,
That she and all her maidens in a far-off land were bearing.
Soon, against young Hartmut, of harsh and angry words she was not sparing.
[1048]
So long a time this lasted, the king at length was wroth;