E’en now, amid his sorrows, such a mien was he wearing,
It seemed as if a pencil had drawn him there, and a parchment him was bearing.
[1602]
Now on him with kindness did all the ladies look,
While he, their friendship trusting, greater boldness took.
Ill-will, that erst was borne him, none were longer feeling;
It was by all forgotten what wounds they erst had been to each other dealing.
[1603]
Herwic now bethought him from the land of the Hegeling
How he might be going. He bade his men to bring