You must wed with Hildeburg, of a king the well-born daughter:
Never a dearer maiden you in the world could find, where’er you sought her.”
[1640]
“If this indeed may happen,” then young Hartmut said,
“And now your brother Ortwin shall take that lovely maid,
My dear-loved sister, Ortrun, and she to him is wedded,
Then I will woo fair Hildeburg; thus hate will end, nor longer shall be dreaded.”
[1641]
She said: “To this I’ve brought him; his troth to her he gave.
If now ’twould make you happy your father’s lands to have,