Such throngs no kin or widow, seeking for friends, on foeman’s shore e’er landed.”
[1173]
Then spake the high-born maiden: “Good tidings thou dost bear:
Be thou with me not weary, still more I fain would hear.
Lives yet my brother Ortwin, as king in Ortland dwelling,
And Herwic, my betrothéd? ’Twould gladden me could’st thou this news be telling.”
[1174]
The bird-like angel answered: “That can I gladly tell;
Herwic and young King Ortwin are both alive and well.
Upon the swelling billows, that rose and sank unending,