It was, forsooth, a wonder that Hartmut had not yielded,
And died before old Wâ-te: grim was the wrath from which himself he shielded.
[1471]
Soon heard he, loudly shrieking, old King Ludwig’s wife;
Sorely she was mourning the loss of her husband’s life.
She said she would reward him who felt his death past bearing,
And would Gu-drun be slaying, with all the maids who there her lot were sharing.
[1472]
Then ran a worthless fellow, to whom the fee was dear,
To where the Hegeling maidens sat together near.