Let not this great king’s daughter toiling alone be seen:
A crown, too, wore my father, yet work would I be doing;
Let me with her stand washing, whatever good or ill we may be knowing.
[1063]
“It fills my heart with sorrow, I feel her woes my own.
Once the greatest honor to her by God was shown:
Her forefathers and kindred were kings, and none were higher;
Though now her work is lowly, to toil with the maiden I shall never tire.”
[1064]
Then said the wicked Gerlind: “This oft will bring you pain;