To Irold, too, they gave it, as soon as he came thither;
This aside they talked of, and fitting speech long time they held together.
[1646]
Then spake the aged Wâ-te: “Peace we can never know
Until Ortrun and Hartmut to Hilda, the queen, shall go,
And ask of her forgiveness, down at her feet low bending.
Only if she allows it, can we be friends, and hatred have an ending.”
[1647]
Then spake Gu-drun, the high-born: “This I can truly say:
To them is she not unfriendly; Ortrun wears to-day